but since i worked on for hours

anonymous asked:

Came in an hour early, which meant I was supposed to have an hour lunch. However, I was stuck on the register for 5 hours, and never got to take one. Asked the manager about it at 7:40, and was going to ask if I could just work until 8, and go home an hour early. Instead, I was told I could only take 30 minutes since we close at 9. Seriously? I volunteer to come in early to help out, and don't even get a proper lunch. I hate this place.

Never volunteer again. If they throw a fit about it then tell them if you come in then you want the lunch break that you are entitled to for the amount of hours you have put in. Don’t let them take advantage of you. -Abby

thrakaboom  asked:

12 with Tim and Damian?

End of semester papers, always a joy. Truly, the only proper way to spend a solid six hours in front of a computer screen trying in vain to think of some way to artfully write about the key themes in a book you barely read without it sounding like utter bs. And such was the way that Tim had just spent those six hours, though the only progress he had to show for it was a few measly paragraphs. But it still seemed like a good place to take a break and get some food, since he hadn’t eaten in the entire time he was working. After a quick stretch, Tim headed to the kitchen and saw that Damian was also perusing the cabinets for a snack. Damian glanced over at him before saying “Drake, you look like you just crawled out of hell and wrestled a bear.” Tim frowned “Thanks, I try my hardest.” Damian let out a mirthful scoff “ Clearly your efforts aren’t feasible. Honestly I doubt you even try on anything.” This was met with a dry, humorless laugh from Tim “And yet I seem to get fairly good results for someone who apparently ‘doesn’t try’.” Damian opened his mouth to spit out a comeback when Tim held up his hand in mixed defeat and anger “Please, stop.” Damian blinked, confused as to why Tim hadn’t tried to insult him or anything. “Listen, Damian, I am tired. I have worked for six consecutive hours on a paper that I don’ t care about but have to do because otherwise I won’t pass this class. And on top of that, I have work to do for about seven other classes that is just as, if not more, difficult than my term paper. If you want to insult how I look right now, fine I don’t even care. But I would like to see you be able to pull off like 5 AP classes and have extra curricular activities and an outside life while still somehow managing to look like you’re not half dead. Okay? Thanks.” With that Tim grabbed an armful of food and retreated back into his den-like room, leaving Damian standing in the kitchen looking completely stunned. The joys of a life as a student were really something he had to look forward to.

So a lot of my posts the past year on here have been very “depression/anxiety” focused in a vague way. I wrote this entire thing out for myself to be able to process it and move on and since I’m working on being more open about my emotions, I thought I’d post it here. If you’re crazy enough to read through this ENORMOUS thing, go ahead.

About a year ago I met a guy online through instagram. He followed me and I looked at his feed, instantly saw he was extremely handsome and had a ton of nerdy interests in common with me, so I shot him a message. We immediately got to flirting and in a few hours had exchanged numbers and other social media. We hit it off right away and I was so smitten by him that I offered to fly him to New York with a flight deal that happened to be available at the time (This sounds crazy from my point of view but I really felt like I had a very strong attraction to him and I wanted to see if anything could happen, it was worth it to me because I don’t feel like this about people often). He accepted and seemed really excited. We keep texting for a few weeks and he ends up getting a new job at a bar. One day he texts me and tells me that unfortunately because of his new job he won’t be able to visit me anymore because he can’t get the time off, but that he would pay me back (which he did). I’m crushed and dig further because I felt like there was something else, and he tells me that he’s not feeling interested in me the way we were when we first met a few weeks ago. I’m upset as this is a trend that happens to me a lot, people initially being interested and within a few weeks not finding me attractive anymore. I still don’t know why it happens.

We text a lot less in the coming weeks but he does like me as a friend so we still send funny stuff back and forth, stuff to do with our mutual interests, or just chatting about our day. Over the next few months I notice he’s getting flirty again and eventually he tells me that he wants to take that trip to NY and that he’d pay for it this time. I don’t feel like I have anything to lose and I still have feelings for him (although we’ve been chatting for 4 months or so at this point and still haven’t met) so I agree. He’s only coming for a few days because he can’t get a lot of time off, so I start to schedule tons of fun stuff for us to do and make sure he gets to see as much of the city as possible. I start to get really excited and I’m putting a ton of effort into making sure everything goes well.

About two weeks before the trip, he texts me and says he has something to tell me. He met someone and now they’re dating. He says he will still come but it would be just as friends. I’m crushed but am not ready to just let go of everything. I had already bought tickets to a broadway show as a surprise and had an amazing weekend lined up that I had spent countless hours planning. In my head I thought maybe if the trip went really well he would realize what a catch I am and choose me. The next two weeks are filled with turmoil as I watch his social media fill up with pictures and posts about his new boyfriend. The thought occurred to me over and over that he was going to bail on the trip, although he never outright said anything to make me think that so I kept hope. The night before he’s supposed to arrive he sends me a text about how it’s going to sound like he’s faking it, but he’s feeling sick. I have huge doubts and just tell him that I really really hope he makes it because I have a lot planned. The next day comes and in the morning he says he has a fever and is so sick he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to make the flight. I beg and plead for him to try, and reveal that I paid for the broadway tickets. He responds saying that he took some medication and is going to do his best. A few minutes later I get a phone call from him saying he’s lost his debit card and there’s no way for him to make it. I totally break down on the phone and tell him I won’t be able to talk to him for a while. I reach out to friends and have someone else visit me for the week to console me and do the things I had planned, and go to the musical with me. Throughout that week he tells me it was strep throat, and sends me pictures of him in the hospital and with visible scarlet fever to assure me that he wasn’t faking it. If it wasn’t for those pictures there is no way I would have believed him.

We text infrequently for the next month, but eventually he starts sending me texts about how his boyfriend is neglectful and a narcissist and doesn’t make him feel loved. I have mixed emotions as I still care about him and don’t want to see him in pain, but am still resentful that he got into a relationship only 2 weeks before coming to see me and sort of felt that he deserved for it to not work out. I bite my tongue and try to be supportive. A few more weeks and he texts me at 6am in a panic. He tells me his boyfriend physically assaulted him at a bar. I’m furious and helpless. I’m mad at his decisions but know I can’t take it out on him in this situation, and there’s nothing I can do from so far away. I try to console him and make sure he has a support system. He tells me that there’s no way he’s ever going back to this guy and that he’s blocked him on everything and had him banned from the bar he works at. I’m angry and sad for him but simultaneously feel justified that his relationship crashed and burned so spectacularly, and that he chose someone who would treat him so terribly over me. The next week he seems very shaken up and I regularly check in to ask how he’s doing. He tells me the (now ex) boyfriend is doing everything possible to get in contact with him, including sending him emails and waiting outside his apartment complex. I’m very concerned but don’t know how to help.

A week after this I notice a snapchat from him that has a person cut off that looks like his ex. I figure it must just me some other guy. A few hours later the snapchat is mysteriously gone. At this point I’m totally sure it was the guy and that they must be hanging out again. My fears are confirmed in the following days where there are more social media posts slyly showing that they are back together (Him with his boyfriends dog, him in his boyfriends car, they were friends again on Facebook). At no point does he admit to me over text that they are back together, and I stop responding entirely, angry that he hasn’t admitted this to me, concerned he’s going to be abused again, and unsure of how to bring this up.

I was in the dark for a while so I still don’t know what happened here. They did not continue to hang out or date, but I never asked for specifics.

Once it became clear they were no longer in contact, we started texting again as friends. The usual pattern happened and after a few months this time (around september) he became flirty again. He would send me thirst pics and me still finding him so attractive it was hard to resist. He talks about how he learned a lot from this past relationship and how he’s never going to make a mistake like that again. In October he hints that there’s a music festival he’s excited about in December and jokes that I should go. I say I’m actually available that weekend and would make the trip. For the next two months we text constantly and even count down the days until my visit. He seems as excited as I am and I’m really happy to finally get to meet this guy in person, even though he’s caused me so much grief. I have high hopes that when he meets me he’ll see how dedicated and thoughtful I am and recognize how well I would treat him in a relationship and all the good things I have to offer.

December comes and I land in Houston around midnight. He picks me up at the airport, it’s slightly weird at first to see each other in person but we get comfortable quick. We’re back at his place and pretty soon we start kissing and spend the night cuddling. The next few days for me feel magical. I have a stronger attraction to him than anyone else I’ve ever met, mentally and physically. We hold hands constantly and are super affectionate with each other. I have some social anxiety issues so being in a new state with someone I’ve really just met in person makes me a little reserved around his friends and in public, but I feel very comfortable with him. We go to the music festival and although the music isn’t really my taste, I have an amazing time because I’m with him. The first day I agree to try a weed edible with him (I don’t really smoke) and end up having a really bad anxiety and paranoia trip, but he stays by me the whole time and waits with me for several hours until it passes. I’m drained after this experience but we walk around, listen to a few more acts and then go home. The next day I feel a little fried and have some leftover anxiety from the experience, but am excited to spend another day together. We go to the second day of the festival and he’s super excited because a bunch of his favourites are playing this day. We split a molly between us which helped a lot with my lingering anxiety and let me loosen up and dance for a few hours as we watched his favourite artists. I have a really good time and we dance closely while kissing the whole night. He’s very sweet and seems very into me. He takes my baseball cap and turns it backwards, saying he likes it better on me this way. The artists play later than expected and by the time it’s done most of the festival has cleared out. We walk around the exhibits (it was an art + music festival) holding hands and taking cool pictures of ourselves in front of the art. We go home and have really good sex. He seems very attracted to me and reacts strongly to the smallest touch. I feel like I found my perfect match, everything meshes perfectly, our personalities fit, I’m attracted to him both in a loving way and in a sexual way and he seems to feel the same. We wake up the next day and there’s an air of sadness because we know I’m heading home the following day. We keep the day pretty low key, chilling at home. Later he invites one of his friends over and we all go out to eat. We talk about making plans for that night but we decide to chill at home and enjoy each others company before I have to leave in the morning. We spend one last night cuddling, sleeping late until we basically have to get up and go directly to the airport. He had mentioned wanting to play Pokemon so I offered to leave my nintendo DS with my Pokemon Moon on it here for him until the next time I visit and he accepts. He pays for us to park in a parking garage and walks me all the way to where I have to check in. I tell him how much I love him and assure him that I’ll fly back really soon or that he can come to new york any time. When it comes time to go through security he starts to tear up so I hold him close and ask him if I can call him my boyfriend. He says yeah. We have a long hug and I say goodbye for now.

45 minutes later I’m on the plane and he texts me that he misses me. I’m glowing, it’s been 5 years since I was in a relationship and am so happy that this trip worked out better than I could have dreamed. I’m validated that once meeting me in person he saw what we could be together and am just overwhelmed with the love I feel for him and have high hopes for our future. I’m already planning for when I can come back.

He texts me all day during my flights as usual and talks about feeling down that I’m not around anymore. For the next few days we text each other a lot, we send each other goodnights with lots of heart emojis and I feel like this long distance thing would work for me as long as I could fly down for a week every month or two. I ask him if it’s okay for me to book a flight at the end of January to come and see him, and that I can arrange to work from his apartment remotely. I tell him there’s no need to take time off, I just want to be able to spend more time around him in person and he reacts positively and says sure. Out of confidence I book the cheaper nonrefundable flights for the last week of January. I tell my mom that I’m dating someone (because she stalks me and is going to wonder why I’m flying to Texas), and being a huge gossip she tells my whole family, stalks him on Facebook and sends photos to everyone.

In the following days he texts less and less, and I start to feel like I’m the one initiating every interaction. I start to get a bit paranoid but assure myself that because the week trip went so well, he let me book another flight to see him, and he agreed to be my boyfriend, I’m just overthinking it and he probably just doesn’t want to spend all his time texting. Then two full days go by with no texts at all and I start to freak out. My mind goes through all the possibilities. I consider that it might be something else in his life that is distracting him, so I send a concerned message about how he’s been quiet and if everything is okay.

The next day I’m at the airport (I flew to my visit my family for christmas after leaving texas) to go home to New York, and while waiting to go through security with my mom and some family that came with me to the airport, I get a long and sudden text from him. The text says that no matter how hard he tries, he can’t think of me romantically, he can’t make himself think of me in a sexual way anymore, doesn’t think we’re a good personality fit, and that he sees me more as a really good friend. He says we’re very different people and that he’s attracted to more outgoing people who exude confidence and are the life of the party, and says that I am very shy and timid in public. He also talks about how me being there opened up a “slutty” phase in him and now he thinks he might be polyamorous.

I’m in total shock and panic. I’m devastated and surrounded by family. I go completely catatonic and am not able to eat my lunch. I have to tell my mom what happened while I frantically text him back trying to understand what is happening, desperate to fix it. I ask him why he didn’t lead on that he felt this way, why he let me leave my DS with him, why he let me buy the plane tickets, why he agreed to be my boyfriend, and he comes back saying he wanted me to have a good trip after the way he treated me in the past and he felt he owed me that. I’m absolutely heartbroken and can’t believe he thought this was a good idea or the right thing to do. He said he felt pressured when I asked him to be my boyfriend and didn’t want to upset me. I’m so confused because I am 100% sure he was very sexually into me, and him suddenly not being able to think of me that way seems like a lie. What I thought was a magical week was not real and what I thought was my first relationship in 5 years was completely fake and out of pity. I have to go through security and leave my mom, who is now crying because she knows how hurt I am and doesn’t know when the next time she’ll see me is. We hug, she tells me I don’t need anyone to make me happy, and I agree even though I don’t really believe it at the moment.

I continue texting, prying for answers, trying to find out if any of it was real, wanting to feel any emotional relief before my plane takes off and I’ll be without service for 2 hours. My mind is rushing a mile a minute through everything that happened and questioning how I didn’t pick up on any of his real feelings. I cry for the entire 2 hour flight.

The flight takes longer than expected and when I land I find I have missed my connection and that the alternative they booked me on requires me to spend all night in the airport in Ottawa. I’m the most emotionally drained I’ve ever been and I’m about to be pushed to my physical limit as well. I wanted to sedate myself so that I didn’t have to feel anything but I was forced to stay awake until my flight at 6:30am in an empty airport with only myself and my thoughts about what happened. I’m still unable to eat anything and I don’t feel safe sleeping in the airport. I fall asleep for an hour and have a paranoid dream about being mugged. I continuously try to text him throughout the night but my tone is getting angry about the situation and he doesn’t have anything left to say.

When it comes time to check in for my flight, the airline informs me because of the rescheduling they have no idea where my bag is and they can’t let me on the flight until it’s located. The thought of losing my belongings and possibly having to wait several more hours in the airport in this condition freaks me out and causes me to feel faint and throw up on the airport floor. I hadn’t eaten all day so it was mostly water but obviously people were concerned and staff sat me down and asked if I needed medical help and if I had any conditions. I just tell them I haven’t slept or eaten, they give me water and I pretend to be fine.

At the last minute they locate my bag and I’m able to catch my flight by a hair. I fly to New York, cab back to my apartment and get into bed by 10am, totally exhausted. As soon as I get into bed and relax I immediately start sobbing until I fall asleep and spend the next 24 hours drifting in and out of sleep.

It’s been four days since then and besides physically forcing myself out of bed a few times, I spend most of my time taking medication with drowsiness side effects so that I can sleep as much as possible. I still have no appetite and will often make it through the day on half a slice of pizza or a candy bar. I have no sex drive and can’t imagine myself ever being interested in someone else at the moment. Not having him in my life feels like I’m in withdrawal from a drug. Tomorrow is the first day of work after the holidays and I’m nervous about being able to function.

I’m trying to cut off contact with him completely but even after all this I don’t want to let go. I’m not texting him now but I want to every minute and I try to think of appropriate reasons that I could. It’s so rare for me to feel anything this strong for someone that I’m skeptical if it will ever happen again which makes me feel hopeless. And if I ever did have these same feelings for someone, it seems very likely the same rejection would happen again.

I feel like most people would think I’m crazy for being so attached to someone I only met in person for a week, but I think you’d be surprised what kind of connections can be made online with enough time and effort. Only posting this as a release and a way to document exactly what happened over the past year so I can look at it as a whole.

Edit: A few days after this he finally texted me to ask me how I was doing and apologize for how he lead me on. He seems to know he hurt me but not understand the full extent. He says he has something to tell me and that he’s been hiding his abusive relationship from me and he is still with the other guy in secret and that most of his friends don’t know about it because he’s ashamed to tell anyone. He says he’s stuck in the relationship and feels trapped with him because he keeps going back. This makes a little more sense to me and I realize he never loved me and was always just obsessed with his feelings for this other guy. It doesn’t help however, and actually makes me feel more depressed and hopeless. He gives me the same line he’s said before about how it’s over this time though and he’s cutting him out of his life. I do my usual thing where I put my problems out of sight and try to talk to him about this relationship and why he can’t get out of it if he doesn’t feel it’s healthy. He tells me that he was hoping me visiting would have helped him get over the abusive guy, but it didn’t. I’m an idiot and I know I have the flights for later in the month that he let me book, so I ask if he would be okay with me using them to come down so we could talk through everything in person so I can get the closure I need and he can answer all of my questions about the things he did to me and why he did them. He says that sounds fine to him.

The next few days he texts me a little about how the abusive ex keeps calling him and is very persistent, meanwhile I continue to spend my time in a deep depression, just trying to regain my appetite or be able to go to work. Texting is very sporadic and sparse for the next few weeks. He occasionally will message me something he’d think I’d like, we talk a little about trivial things like comics and anime but it doesn’t go anywhere. Just hearing from him gives me the endorphins I need to get by while I’m feeling so down.

Eventually one night he texts me out of the blue and says he’s realized he’s a homophobic narcissist and he has a lot to work on, and apologizes for what he did to me again. He said he realized he doesn’t usually treat people well and disappoints a lot of his friends. He talks about how he lies a lot and that he doesn’t really care about many people and that he doesn’t care about me although he wish I did. This this me very hard. Even after all this I still honestly thought he did care about me. At least in some capacity. I’m devastated.

I remind him that my plane tickets are for next week and I was going to use them to visit and talk. He says he forgot I was coming and assumed I had changed my mind and is no longer comfortable with me staying with him and doesn’t think it’s good for either of us (My flight is for an entire week because when I booked it I was hoping to spend as much time with him as possible). He tells me I’m seeming very desperate and it’s degrading to myself to still be so needy and that closure isn’t a privilege everyone gets to have. He says I’m not actually in love with him but I’m in love with the idea of being in love with him. This doesn’t resonate with me and seems very off the mark. My feelings feel very real to me. He ends up telling me that I can come but I have to get a hotel.

The conversation progresses into me digging more specifically into all the questions I have about how he could have acted that way when we met in person but actually not have been interested in me, why he agreed to be my boyfriend, why he let me buy the plane tickets, why he let me loan him my DS if he didn’t think we were ever going to meet again, and why he continued to flirt and say he missed me after I went home.

The answers are getting closer to making sense but still I’m shocked that someone would lie to me like that just to make a situation easier or less awkward. He did not feel the same spark for me that he felt for his abusive boyfriend (although he claims to not talk to him anymore at this point and that he’s no longer hung up on him).

I tell him I wish he did not do these things and how I’m still struggling to eat and live my life through the depression several weeks later. This makes him say that me reacting this way makes him even more sure that he made the right decision to not be with me and that he doesn’t need another guy in his life with issues that he needs to check up on.

I become determined to go back to Houston on my own terms and have a good time there without him. When I arrive I let him know I’m there to plan a time for us to have a talk in person but I know he doesn’t want to see me even though I’m there for an entire week. I go out to a few bars and meet some people. I’m feeling better than I have in a few weeks and have a little bit of confidence in myself for being able to make this trip.

During one of the first days he tells me we can meet up to have dinner. I’m waiting outside and when I see him pull up I immediately feel very overwhelmed by seeing him. We order and sit for a few hours while I uncomfortably try to get any closure or sense out of his actions from him. He reveals to me that he is back with the abusive boyfriend and actually just came from his apartment before meeting me. He says he loves him and they have great chemistry and he doesn’t see the relationship ending any time soon. At this point something in me breaks and I realize he’s just never going to get out of this and although it hurts, there is no getting through to him about this and he will always go back no matter how confidently he tells me he won’t. The entire time he has a strange mood about him, as if he’s trying purposely to act mean so that I won’t like him anymore. It feels stilted and very different from the guy I spent a week with the month before. I get the feeling he is frustrated with me and just ready for me to be out of his life so he doesn’t have to deal with me anymore. When our dinner is over I basically have the answers I was looking for, but they’re pretty much as bad as they could have been. His feelings were fake, he let me book flights, etc. because he didn’t know how to tell me not to and felt awkward about it, he agreed to be my boyfriend because he felt pressured, he was obsessed with his “ex” the entire time and could never really devote any actual love to me because of it, and he kept me around for so long because he liked that I always gave him the attention he craved.

As we’re leaving, the finality of the situation makes me start to cry and as he’s driving me back to my hotel I’m in a full hysterical sob. He drops me off and I feel all too aware that I won’t ever see him again.

It’s been almost a month now and we don’t really have any contact. I haven’t been sending him anything and he hasn’t sent anything to me. I don’t know how he’s doing, or where he is with the abusive guy. I don’t know if he thinks about me at all or if he’s glad to be rid of me and has totally moved on. Despite still feeling upset about this, this past month after returning from the second Houston trip I’ve been doing very well and am back on track with my life better than ever. I’m working through my anxiety issues, taking tons of opportunities I would have been too anxious to agree to, meeting lots of new people and catching up with old friends, I got a raise at work, I’ve been working out regularly and putting on some mass, discovering new music and pursuing new interests I was afraid to try previously. I’ve been learning to meditate and I should be starting therapy very soon.

So that’s the very very very very long story of why I’ve been up and down all year and how I’m doing currently.

About the current bit of inactivity rn

Hey hey y'all!
I’m super sorry I didn’t get much done this past week.
Basically, I’m mostly occupied with finishing watching verbally translated V3 gameplay (few hours into chapter 6!) and getting ready for next week. I’ll be sort-of working at a confectionery cafe from Tuesday-Saturday, only 6 hours each day though. Soo that’s been keeping me kinda busy. I also cracked almost 100 eggs today and that felt pretty great.
Plus as soon as I’m done with V3 I can finally freely look for sprites and won’t have to wait and ask people all the time, so that’s good.
Yeah I gotta see if I can do more transparents and fill some requests. Since a lot of the stuff I wanna do aside from V3 sprites are climax inference panels and CGs it’s a bit quiet here since those only get uploaded to my spoiler sideblog.
Anyways, hope y'all understand, thanks for everything!

tactical-tictacs  asked:

how do you find the energy to art thing? curious since I feel like I'm failing on my own art because I haven't had the energy or patience for it lately and I'm a few weeks behind schedule on it now

I honestly am not too sure? Some days I don’t really feel up to it 100%, but then I just push through it because I promised myself I’d do this daily project. As I’ve mentioned before, Tuesdays are especially difficult for me because I have an around 14 hour work day with both school and my part-time job. However, since I know I’m going to be busy those days I try to draw something ahead of time. I totally understand the feeling of it being tiresome, but I don’t think you should consider yourself a failure!

And who cares if you’re “a few weeks behind schedule,” what does that even mean? Unless you’re doing timed commissions, I feel as though you should be free to work at your own pace. Sometimes life happens, sometimes art block happens, sometimes you become impatient with yourself for not fulfilling your own wants. However, in the end as long as you’re trying your best that’s what matters!! 

One suggestion I might have if you’re doing a daily project is to make your drawings more simple. I’m not saying to rush through it or create something you’re not happy with, but rather try out different styles to see what’s easier to do for a daily project. In addition, as you practice more with your subject (like a pokemon for a daily blog), it definitely becomes easier to draw quickly while still having a piece you can say to yourself, “okay, this is an acceptable enough piece to share with others.”

Hopefully this helps even a little bit! And definitely remember to take breaks if you find yourself tired out. People will care more about your health than you maintaining your “daily” blog. And of course, you can always make yourself a weekly or occasionally blog if it really isn’t working out. 

Good luck! And keep up the good work!! <3

anonymous asked:

im 18 5 feet tall and 122 but I need to be down to 90 by June help pls

That is a huge jump! Like i say to everyone else.
Get atleast 8 hours of sleep wach night, don’t go to bed unless it’s been 2 hours since you’ve last eaten. I work out more calories than I’ve eaten and fast 24 hours a few times a week. I also try to stay under 500 calories. Cut out any carbonated drinks (sodas), no more juice unless you squeeze it yourself. Only water, tea and coffee (try to drink decaf on an empty tummy). Try to cut out carbs as much as possible (its okay to have some). Try to eat fruits and veggies as breakfast and if you need a snack. Stick to turkey as a low calorie meat! That’s pretty much what i do


just know that I’m only 16 years old and not certified, im just going off my own experiences

takasukis  asked:

1, 38,21,22,23 (& sorry for traumatizing you with the fish)

LMAO BABE ITS FINE XDDDD

1.How did you get into graphics / gif making? 
A: I wanted to be creative so…xD
21.How much time do you spend on a single graphic / gif?
A:It depends..if i have tumblr open then about 30 minutes(on gifs) and maybe 2 hours on graphics xD but if i am focus I am quick
22.What is your biggest improvement since you started making graphics and or gifs?
A:I think gifs xD but only those who see my edits can understand if I have improved I actually dont see anything xD
23.What is your biggest improvement in the past month?
A: As I said..I guess gifs
38.Are you working on anything right now? If yes, show us a work in progress! 
A: I have little time today so yeah I am making something…but it sucks:


ask the graphic/gif maker

some unlucky kiddos :’)

Okay, but imagine Ron not being the oblivious one for once

Harry Potter and the Gay Disaster

Starring Ron Weasley (AKA: The Boy Who Fucking Knew It)

“Ron, do you think Malfoy might be gay?”

“Oh, I dunno, Harry. What makes you think so? Is it the way he dresses like a model and spends at least an hour on his hair daily? How bout the fact that he’s had a crush on you since literally first year?”

“Huh. Yeah. I guess you’re right. I only asked because I heard him telling Pansy he liked blokes, but yeah, those things work too.” 

Pause.

Pause.

“Ron, do you think I might be gay?”

“Oh, I dunno, Harry. What gave you that idea? Is it the fact that you talk about Malfoy 24/7? How bout the way you follow his name on the Marauder's Map at ungodly hours of the night? Or the fact that you stalk him and wonder what he’s up to and even worry about him despite him being your supposed enemy?”

“Oh. Yeah. I suppose you’re right.”

“Of course I’m fucking right. It’s not like I’ve had to watch the two of you dance around each other for seven years or anything.”

“Right, well, I guess I’ll ask him out then.”

“You’d fucking better. I didn’t put up with your nonsense for this long to have you throw it away willy-nilly.”

“Right, um, thanks Ron.”

“You’re fucking welcome.”

Oookay. So. I guess this is a Christmas/General holiday present for @thatsthat24 because I love him very much.
I worked a good 2 weeks on this because I’m busy and don’t have time to animate much. Not counting when I wasn’t working on it this still took a good 10 hours. I’m not proud of how choppy the animation is, but I hope, Thomas, that you can appreciate it? Plus I’m relatively proud of the art itself


Anyways, for @thatsthat24
I made this because you pulled me out of a terrible place. I’ve had crippling anxiety since losing my dad at the age of 6, and some form of depression with it since I was young, and I’ve been suicidal for many years. Pretty much for the past two years I’ve had nights at LEAST once a week usually more where all I wanted at all was to be dead and for the pain to be gone. And for many of those nights there were things and people who snapped me out of it for the time being. But the feeling came back every time, within a week. And those people have saved my self.

However, I’ve been watching your stuff since around when you started making Vines and you always cheered me up at least a little. But it wasn’t regularly. After a while I lost you for a few months until a month or so ago, when I rediscovered you and was instantly hooked, far more than before. I instantly started drawing things for you and sending them and you saw all of them and said such nice things and it just boosted my low confidence so much and made me so much happier. Your words make me smile and cry but in the end it all makes me feel better and not worse, no matter how strong my reaction. And not just your words to me, it’s your undying love for your fans, both as your fans and as individual people that keeps me going and feeling loved.
Since I got hooked with you and started actually interacting with you, I’ve definitely had some extreme lows. Many anxiety and panic attacks and more than a few mental breakdowns. But never since I first registered how much you meant to me and how much happier you make me have I wanted to kill myself or wished death upon myself. That’s progress for me.


This is getting long so I’m gonna try to wrap it up.
This animation/gif thing is pretty much to show how Thomas made my month a happy time with sad times in it not a sad time with happy days sprinkled through, and how he brought a lot more happiness into my every day life.


Tldr; Thomas Sanders is an angel who saved my life

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How to study:

Originally posted by slothilda

Before classes:

1 - Have a good night of sleep. 
- At least eight hours.

2 - Take some coffee before going to school. 
- Always have a snack in your bag. (Don’t study hungry)

3 - Workout.
- I know it’s going to be hard, since most of you have to wake up so early, but working out will help you to make the most out of your day. 

4 - Organize your bag the night before. 

5 - Go through what you’ll be learning on the day.
- This way you will be prepared and you can take notes about your doubts on the subjects.

6 - Listen to a badass playlist on the way to school/college.
- It will boast your motivation. 

7 - Drink a lot of water. 
- That’s a tip to the whole day, actually. Always remember to take a bottle of water or tea to school/college. 


During class:

1 - Sit in the front.
- You will understand more your teacher and be away from the noises that can take away your attention.

2 - Ask questions. (No matter how dumb you think they are.)
- Do not end a class with doubts. If you can’t ask during the class, take a note of your question on a sticker/notebook to ask later.

3 - Record the lectures.

4 - Put stickers on notes you will need to go over. 

5 - Listen to your teacher.
- Be friendly with them.
- Write down their names and contacts (number, emails, social media).

6 - Taking notes on class!

- Don’t worry about it being pretty, just make it organized and understandable so you can go over and make real notes later. 
- Always start with the subject title and date. 
- Differentiate by color your teacher’s notes and yours. Put in red (or any other color you want, actually) the important things.


After class:

1 - Eat.
- You need to replace energy!

2 - Review everything you learned on the day you learned it.

3 - Complete your homework on the day you get it. 
- Or start it, if the task is too big. 
- NEVER FALL BEHIND!

4 - Dress comfy.

5 - Have office hours in case you didn’t understand something.

6 - Watch documentaries on the topic you are currently studying.

7 - Study 30 minutes (50 minutes at the very most) and stop for 10 minutes. 
- Leave your study place when it’s break time.

8 - Turn off your phone or let it out of sight. 

9 - Test yourself/talk out loud.
- Do practice questions!

10 - Taking notes after class!

- Organize your notes by color.
- Rewrite the informations with your own words.
- When writing the new notes, make it pretty if you can. (I think it motivates me to study, looking at something well made) Otherwhise, be simple and objective, focus on the most important things.
- Go over the class recording and read the books to compare with your class notes, to make sure you didn’t forget anything.

concept: maggie works long hours filling out paperwork for her cases, and she ends up staying at the office until well into the night. kara also stays out late sometimes, flying around the city to keep watch when she can’t sleep. since maggie and alex started dating, kara makes sure she flies by maggie’s office just to check on her. whenever she sees maggie there working in the middle of the night, she always drops by with coffee. at first maggie is so shocked that she almost chokes on the lump in her throat, and kara is fiddling with her glasses saying, “oh, it’s nothing.” but then it becomes a sort of routine, and they grow closer and more comfortable with each other because of it. but some nights kara can’t make it because she’s out on supergirl duty, so she sends james. he walks in like, “kara is busy but she wanted to make sure you got your coffee tonight,” and sits with a stunned maggie for awhile while she works. and then one night winn shows up with coffee AND donuts because how can you have one without the other? the three of them start rotating who goes on what night, and maggie can’t believe it. she even starts to look forward to her late nights because she knows one of them will show up to keep her company. all that time she’d spent worrying about them accepting her after she started dating alex, and all it really took was little danvers, and a simple cup of coffee.

okay, time for some math for how long it will take to watch this (albeit extremely rough)

it will take you 7 days, 16 hours to watch every episode of Spongebob. doesn’t matter that it’s backwards, it will take the same amount of time

now, I don’t know how many times a bee is shown during the Bee Movie, but from a random Google search it’s about one million. we also don’t know what the cut would be like for “each time a bee is shown”, so let’s also assume that every time a new bee is shown. so, that would mean that the Spongebob series would be played roughly one million times in this small section alone, making the length already up to 19,910 years (I’m converting to years here since it’s easier to work with than hours. the final number does not end up pretty)

now onto the Simpsons part. there are very few words in the English language without vowels, so I’m going to assume that there’s maybe 3 of those per episode. I also have no fucking clue how many words are in the Simpsons series (nor do I care to count them all out) so I grabbed a random episode and did a word count on it. it came to 2574 words (with the 3 eliminated from the above assumption), so multiply it by that how many episodes there are, which is 606, and you get 1,559,844. holy fuck. so now multiply the amount of time the last section took (19,910 years) with the amount of times it needs to cut into this section (1,559,844 times) and you get 31,056,494,040 years

now onto every fucking video from Youtube. so, there are roughly 1.5B videos on Youtube right now with an average time of 15 minutes, which results in 22.5B minutes sick. doing some more math, we get to 135T cuts to make (what the FUCK), which brings us to a total of 418,500,762,669,400,000,000,000 years (I can’t even use a calculator for this shit anymore, I have to cut off zeros then add them later after multiplying shit by hand)

now onto Toy Story trilogy. this trilogy is 4 hours, 39 minutes. let’s assume the color green is in 90% of this film (thanks Buzz!) and now you have 15,066 cuts. now, multiplying this all together (done by hand because it’s so huge), and you get 25,137,632,490,377,180,400,000,000,000 years

finally, onto the Ice Age pentology. so, there’s 5 movies in this thing. and I found all the scripts for them. and I found a site that counts syllables. so this one will be accurate. and that count is 37,773 syllables. so, for this final supercut, the length reaches 960,623,792,059,017,235,249,200,000,000,000 years, or 960.6 novemdecillion years

so if scientists somehow figure out how you can live forever, some of you guys might have some fun with this video if it ever gets made

Since Anish Kapoor got his hands on the World’s Pinkest Pink™ I think we all know what we have to do.

We have to steal back the World’s Blackest Black.™

Someone needs to infiltrate his studio. They’ll get hired as one of his assistants and slowly work their way up the ranks. They’ll do every menial task he assigns them to prove their loyalty. They’ll work long hours and late nights, fueled by their determination to acquire the Blackest Black™ for the masses. They even purchase the Pinkest Pink™ for him, going so far as to betray their own comrades in order to secure their objective. 

Then, one day, when they have established themselves as a valuable asset and friend, he will reveal it to them. The World’s Blackest Black.™ He will entrust it to them, begging them to guard it with their life. Our brave agent is moved. This man is not so horrid as they once believed. As they gained his trust, he gained theirs. They have become… friends. They struggle… should they complete their righteous quest and betray the trust this man has placed in them? Or should they do as he asks and continue to keep the Blackest Black™ from the world? 

Later that night, they stand before a beach. Tears roll down their cheeks. They clutch the pigment in their hands. "I’m sorry, Anish, I’m sorry all,“ they whisper, drawing their arm back and hurling the World’s Blackest Black™ into the unforgiving maw of the sea. "Now it can belong to no one,” they sob, as the pigment vanishes beneath the waves, never to be seen or used again.

5

Live with me forever now,

pull the blackout curtains down. 

We could be immortals.

-Immortals - Fall Out Boy

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Degrassi Season 3 Links

Keep in mind none of these videos have subtitles.

I recorded these myself from my Netflix account.

Please do not claim as yours.

The video quality may be shitty for a few hours since I just uploaded the videos and it needs to render.

I’ll update this list as much as possible.

Please let me know if any of the links are not working.

Season 3 

S3E01 - #BreakTheInternet  

S3E02 - #IWokeUpLikeThis

S3E03 - #WorstGiftEver

S3E04 - #PicsOrItDidntHappen

S3E05 - #HugeIfTrue

S3E06 - #ThatFeelingWhen

S3E07 - #Unsubscribe

S3E08 - #IRegretNothing

S3E09 - #Woke

S03E10 - #ImSleep