chase what you love

  • Alex: THE FLOOR IS-
  • All of floor nineteen: *jump onto nearest couch/chair/table*
  • Alex: -loving me.
  • Magnus: *falls from seat onto the floor*
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#KatsuDekuWeek || Day Three: Swap

Colour Scheme Swap

questions for the signs

Aries: there’s a fire inside you, why are you trying to put it out?  your emotions are real, they’re strong, they’re burning a hole through the walls you build.  let down your barriers and embrace the flames inside of your head.

Taurus: why must you cling to the things that tear you apart?  you are so subtly stubborn; you attach and refuse to let go.  please, but don’t be afraid to release your grip on the sharp end of a knife before it cuts any deeper.

Gemini: what do you want?  your devotion is about as deep as a puddle.  you flutter like a butterfly, from flower to flower, but you never land for long.  remember this before flying away: some things can never be found twice.

Cancer: tears tumble to the ocean, don’t you wish you could go too?  the despair you feel will not last forever; you cannot spend life wishing the worst.  pick yourself up, put together the pieces, dance in the rain instead of crying.

Leo: you are a fierce protector of others, but who is there to protect you?  while you chase away the monsters of friends, your own are catching up to you.  turn around and fight your own demons away instead of sacrificing yourself to them.

Virgo: when you cover your eyes, what do you see?  maybe the still black of nothingness.  look deeper, there’s a world of imagination waiting to be explored, if you can open the confines of your mind and push your own boundaries.

Libra: if you give your life to another with nothing in return, what is left of you for yourself?  partnership is the sharing of hearts, a dance of two people, not a sacrifice of one. remember to ask for a piece of someone else before giving away all of yourself.

Scorpio: why is it so easy for you to rebuild walls? ages of chipping away at concrete is put to waste when you fill the holes of progress with your sharp tongue and poison glare. open up the gate, let others in, let your soul flood out.

Sagittarius: you run, run, run, but where are you going?  you turn your back on others, and chase after the sun instead of giving what you have to those who love you.  open the gates of your heart instead of running away with the key.

Capricorn: if you pour all of your heart and your soul into your work, what will be left of you?  you turn pain into productivity, but be sure not to get too lost in the task in front of you, or you might never find your way back home.

Aquarius: your smile is beautiful, but is it real?  it flickers on your face as you laugh, like a mirage in the desert.  instead of hiding your fears behind your everlasting kindness, let your secrets go, and let your smile fade for once.

Pisces: you’re staring at the stars, what do you see there?  you are so lost in your fantasies, and you will not allow yourself to be found.  descend from your dreams, embrace life, dance under the stars instead of standing and watching.

My Grand Plan Lyrics

(Percy Jackson musical song - here)

Athena give me strength so I can lead us
Mother guide me with your wisdom, show me the way
Are you there, do you ever even listen
I’m gonna make you hear me one day

I’ve always been a smart girl
Always made the grade, always got the gold star
Always been a smart girl
And a smart girl only gets a girl so far

You’re called a snob, they sneer and smirk
You do the work but take the blame
I won’t be dissed, I won’t be dismissed
Until everyone know my name

My grand plan
Is that I will be remembered
My grand plan
Just you wait and see
So wise up, ‘cause I’ll rise up
Bring on any challenge
And I promise that my friends will notice me

I’ve always been a tough girl
Always been the one not to run from a fight
Always been a tough girl
And tough girls always bark more than they bite

But me, I tend to stand my ground
I found I never can give in
It may not be my quest
But maybe it’s my (way? mine to win?)

My grand plan
Is that I will be remembered
My grand plan
Just you wait and see
So wise up, ‘cause I’ll rise up
Bring on any challenge
And I promise that the world will notice me

Can your stepmom treat you like some freak
And your dad won’t give you the time of day
And your mom won’t trust you with a quest
Til the best thing you can do is run away
Run away

But I have a plan
And I will be remembered
I will be great
Just wait and see
So wise up, ‘cause I’ll rise up
Bring on any challenge
And I promise that my mom
And I promise that my friends
I promise I will show ‘em all
Before this journey ends
And they will notice me

I’ve always been a smart girl  

(edit: thanks @dam-iminalotoffandoms and @stuck-on-the-internet for corrections/additions!)

pantheasblessing submitted to wearepjocrazy: Crossover AU Where Annabeth Chase is the Doctor and Percy Jackson is her companion. I don’t even know how to begin to write it, but maybe a better writer than me would like the idea.

Okay

Deep breaths

Where do I even start?

How about with a disclaimer. It’s been 2+ years since I have watched Doctor Who. My memories are shot and very limited, so a lot of the information I will be using is Out of Date, no flames okay? Also, I am not making her the Doctor, I am making her a time lord though

 ~faith



Annabeth was only on her second regeneration when she met the man

It was some time in 1950, a New York City paper boy with eyes like she’s never seen before

And an attitude unlike any other

He was only 15 at the time, bicycling down the city streets throwing rolled up paper at people’s windows. He ran straight into her TARDIS, which was in the form of a police box. Annabeth had chosen the disguise to reflect on the most famous Time Lord of All - The Doctor.

He broke down the doors and flew into her just as she was leaving for 2011. The snarky black haired boy demanded she take him back home. Unfortunately, they were stuck for some reason.

Percy was his name. Percy Jackson. She couldn’t find any records of him, she wasn’t interested in finding them anyways. They spent a year together, traveling from the dinosaur ages to a human colony 6.7 million years out from his birth-date, then she dropped Percy off in 1951 on his 16th birthday.

3 years later, she came across him again. Only it was 1976. He was 18.

By this time, Percy had a nickname for her - Wise Girl. She had complained about the name, Time Lords were not restricted to the gender roles most species were, but Percy pointed out that she could always change it to Wise Boy or Wise One later on.

He’s in a bakery, paying a loaf of bread, when she ran into him.

Annabeth was shocked. She dragged Percy off into a corner alley and demanded how he got there.

“Dunno, I just… kinda stopped ageing, I guess. Or, like, really slowed down. I’ve been 18 for at least a decade.”

Then some explosion/invasion happened and they were off again. This time he only spent a few months with her, then she dropped him off back where she had found him, in that small bakery

A couple of years passed again, and she landed in the roaring 90′s. A man stopped her while she was pursuing a serial killer.

Percy hadn’t aged more than a week. He recognized Annabeth from the news, he knew her just enough to know what she was here for.

“What is going on with me?” He sounded desperate. “My little sister just passed away and I have barely aged 3 years since I’ve met you.”

Annabeth couldn’t answer him. She had no idea what was happening to him. There was no council to consult, she was on her own.

She told him to wait while she went back to her TARDIS to go to a library. She spent a hundred years researching, travelling all over the universe. She could find no answers.

She landed in 2017. A man was on the news documentary. A man people called ‘a god’, someone who has been the same age since 1951.

She tracked down Percy. It was hard, he had disappeared off the grid, but she found him in North Nebraska.

Despite the 20+ years that had passed, Percy had only aged a half a year. His hair was bleached white, his skin a darker tan, in attempts to hide from the media.

“Well? What did you find? What’s wrong with me?”

Annabeth couldn’t answer that. She asked him for samples, tons of them. Hair samples, skin samples, blood samples, even semen samples (At this point, Percy wasn’t going to argue about that.)

Her results came back with 100% human. It made no sense.

Percy told her that he couldn’t keep living like this.

She knew only one thing to do.

She took him into her TARDIS and they set off again

This time, they traveled for a thousand years. He aged as quickly as Annabeth did - which was painfully slow. They had other companions come and go - A couple of teenagers named Jason and Piper who were from 2000′s Los Angeles, a brother and sister from 1920′s Italy, a half goat man named Grover who was from a far distant planet near the end of space and time, a girl with electric blue eyes who had been Percy’s old friend in the 1950′s, a boy with fire abilities from a mechanical planet that had died off before Earth formed, a hunter who looked like a Persian Princess from Ancient Greece, so on so forth. 

Annabeth even felt confident enough to tell Percy her birth name. He elected to call her Wise Girl instead, since it ‘sounds cooler than Annabeth’. 

They both looked 25 when Annabeth realized what was happening.

They were soulmates.

She waved the silly idea off. There was no such thing as soulmates… right?

Then they came across some magicians in Ancient Egypt. Magic wasn’t real, it couldn’t be, but they were surrounded by a magical layer of reality she had never heard about with gods and magicians.

She flirted with the idea a little. He was aging at the exact same rate she was, if you excluded the first 3 or so years.

She looked 18 when she met him. He was only 15 then. 

Annabeth kept silent about it. She needed more data.

They landed in 2100 C.E., and met a boy who could shape shift and a girl who could summon illusions from mid air. They were some experiments of a sub-cyborg race that had branched away from Cybermen. They were kidnapped and poked with needles, then somehow managed to escape.

They didn’t have names, so Percy dubbed them ‘Frank Zhang’ and ‘Hazel Levesque’

The four defeated the cyborgs and freed nearly 70 kids between the ages of 4 and 19 years old.

Frank and Hazel tagged along with them as they traveled through time. He was 13, she was 10. When they were 18 and 15, Annabeth confronted them about her suspicions of Percy’s aging problem.

“It could be? Who knows, you two seem so happy together.” Hazel told them

Percy connected Jason and Piper and they were more than happy to keep Frank and Hazel in their ever growing household of former companions. Jason inherited all his dad’s money, a huge 3.7 billion dollar net worth, and Piper suggested this become a retirement home for former companions.

Annabeth’s first kiss with Percy was on his ‘30th’ birthday, in a super volcano operated by a criminal mastermind on a planet somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. Percy disappeared shortly after that.

Wise Girl was guilt ridden. She should have been the one to turn off that machine, not him. She hadn’t been wise enough.

She went to the Grace mansion and collapsed there for a few months.

Then a man with green eyes showed up at their door a few months later, bewildered.

“I landed on some… paradise planet where they brainwashed everyone. Oh, by the way, this is Calypso.”

Annabeth slapped him, but was relieved to have him home.

But she was jealous of Calypso. Percy and her seemed so… attached. Like… dare she believe this - lovers.

Wise Girl stole some of Calypso’s cervix DNA, only to come across this weird thing.

They were brother and sister. Fully related.

But Calypso wasn’t from the right time frame. She was from 2003 Earth’s C.E. She was full blooded Ogygian. 

She confronted Calypso about this. She shrugged. “Magic, I guess.” the caramel haired girl said. “Who knows.”

Annabeth didn’t know. It was driving her crazy.

Percy invited Calypso into the TARDIS and then they were off again. 

Calypso was their first companion to die. It was in New New York, when she fell off of the 500th floor of the New Empire State Building. 

Percy didn’t come out of his sleeping quarters for months

Annabeth went in to comfort him and…

Well…

Tumblr is filled with 12 year olds, I can’t tell you the details

But nine months later, the Grace mansion had their newest resident - A little girl named Rose

Rose Tymaina Jackson

Percy loved her with all her heart. But…

She aged normally.

As the two time travelers went on their adventures, they ironically lost track of time. The next time they saw their daughter, she was off to college.

“I still love you, I understand you couldn’t be around, with work and all.”

Jason died shortly after

Slowly, as the two newly weds grew distant, their old companions got picked off. 

One. 

By. 

One.

Rose was the last to die - and invasion of weeping angels had caused her wife to be sent back to the 1800′s and she died of broken heart syndrome.

Percy and Annabeth didn’t know until 80 years later.

They were older, much older now. Easily over 2500 years for Annabeth and about 1900 for Percy.

The Daleks came

Percy had the issues of an old person’s - He looked 70 and felt like 90. The lazr caught him in the back and he went down.

Their companions weren’t their to help them. They gave up on companions after Piper died. The Grace mansion was now a time hole, sucked into a room in the TARDIS, never aging.

Annabeth got him to the Mansion just in time to patch the wound up, but Percy was already loosing his life.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Annabeth cried.

“It’s okay, Wise Girl. It was a fun ride.”

He closed his eyes, his beautiful sea green pearls. Annabeth closed hers too. 

Then something strange happened.

A gold glow Annabeth was familiar with filled her body. She opened her eyes.

“No. No no no please no. Just let me die.”

She changed. She grew younger. Her hair turned bright red and frizzy, falling down her back. Her skin grew lighter, much much lighter. Smoother, but also covered in freckles.

She looked in the mirror and green eyes, serpent green ones. She was a ginger.

Then something was glowing silver in front of her.

Percy began to change too. His hair turned to a dusty blond, his skin smoothed out into a softer tan. He grew in height, his features changed.

Annabeth’s new mouth hung open and Percy opened his eyes.

“Who… who are you?” His eyes were the same sea green. Annabeth teared up.

“Wise Girl… Annabeth… You…”

“Annabeth?” He whispered. “You look so…. red….”

She let out a laugh. “You look 15 again.”

“So do you.” 

“You’re a soulmate.” She whispered. “We’re tied forever. I’ll live with you till the end of time.”

He laughed. His voice was different.

And that was okay.

She dubbed him ‘Seaweed Brain’. He started to switch between ‘The Red Dare’ and ‘Wise One’

They were happy. They went back to the counsel room

“Where do you wanna go?”

Percy pondered something for a moment.

“How does the 50th Superbowl sound?”

“Gods hope you never change.”

They were off again

Dear Sebastian Stan

I want to thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being the driving force that keeps me going every day. Thank you for putting up with trolls every day just to make your fans happy. Thank you for doing such an amazing job as an actor. Thank you for being an amazing person. Thank you for being you! 

                                          I love you forever!

I have so much to do but I have no self-control. THIS MUSICAL IS SO GOOD!!! Please listen if you haven’t gods, it is just amazing. I’ll be drawing the other characters and maybe animatics later but I got things to finish :’((((

Riverdale Characters: A Summary

Betty: *mission impossible theme song*
Jughead: CRAWWLINGGG INNNNN MY SKINNNN 💀🐍🖤
Archie: never🚫🙅‍♂️ give up💯 chase🏃 your dreams☁️ do what you love❤️ music🎧 is life🙏🙏 never🚫 stop✋️ never🙅‍♂️ stopping👊 we are the future🏙
Veronica:
snap snap snap
______snap
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snap snap snap
Cheryl: Jason used to love [insert everyday activity]
Jason: 💀
Kevin: 🌈 cOmIc ReLiEf 🌈
Josie: S L A Y then sob because daddy issues
Moose: I am not a gay person nope that’s not me I like boobs I like ‘em a lot even more than penises
Zach Dempsey Reggie Mantle: déjà vu
Fred: 👷 gooood parenting
Joaquin: 🐍 ssssssnickety sssssssnake
Polly: 🤰🤷‍♀️ #LifeWithTheBlossoms
Hal: KILL THEM WITH FIRE 🔥🌸🔥
Penelope: oh hello new Jason Archie

(Add the ones I missed!)

cakecrater  asked:

percabeth and either a jealous or giggly kiss?

“You’re jealous,” Percy said. “Oh my gods, you’re actually jealous.”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not jealous,” Annabeth said, she was sitting in the couch, with her arms crossed across her chest, the frown on her face telling Percy, that yes, she was indeed jealous.

“I can’t believe it.” He laughed and sat next to her on the couch. “This is amazing.”

“Don’t sit near me,” Annabeth was about to move from the couch when she felt the reason of her jealousy rest against her foot. “Oh! Don’t you dare get cozy with me after you choose him! Traitor!”

Percy bursted laughing at the scene, Annabeth was glaring at Latte, their the little norfolk terrier dog they adopted from a shelter a few weeks ago. They had come home after spending an unexpected weekend at Camp and when they came in, Latte run straight to Percy, even after Annabeth  called her name.

“Annabeth, Latte loves you!” Percy said, trying to hide the laugh from his voice.

Annabeth ignored him and looked at their puppy. “I feed you every morning, I take you out so you can pee and poop outside, I cuddle with you and I buy you clothes so you won’t be cold. And this is how you repay me!?” The puppy, that had looked at Annabeth when she started talking, tilted her head to the side and stuck her tongue out. “Don’t try to be all cute with me, It’s not going to work.”

Percy snorted and picked Latte from the floor and put her in Annabeth’s lap. “Don’t be mad at her, look at her little face, she’s absolutely sorry.”

Annabeth turned her face away from Percy and he moved closer to her. “Annabeth.” He kissed her cheek. “Wise girl, come on.” He kissed her neck. “Don’t be jealous.”

Annabeth turned to look at him and she give him her best glare. “I am NOT jealous.”  He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before turning to the little ball of fluff that was still resting on Annabeth’s lap. 

“Come on Latte, we have to spoil your mom if we want her to love us again.”

So I get a fair amount of asks or messages from my followers regarding ‘STYLE’. People like to ask me for advice on finding your style, for tutorials on how I go about drawing things in my own way, and it’s very flattering that people want this kind of advice from me! However, I’m garbage at explaining anything and I’m not anywhere near a teacher, so I’m going to share some advice and an important lesson I’ve learned over the years instead:

Surround yourself with art, artists, and media that you love and inspires you.

Let me repeat that:

Surround yourself with art, artists, and media that YOU love, and inspires YOU.

Follow the path of what interests you, what lights up your brain, and what makes you excited to experiment and try new things. Don’t feel like you have to follow certain people, comics, shows, artists, or ANYTHING just because they’re a professional or internet-famous or wildly popular. Don’t feel obligated to have the same pool of inspiration and influences as people you look up to or admire. Don’t try to cater your sphere of influence to mimic other people’s. You are not other people, you are YOU, and your likes/dislikes/preferences are unique! They might overlap with some of your friends or with artists you look up to, but they don’t have to be the same! Your unique taste and unique combination of influences will help make your voice, your style, and your art purely YOU. Why would you want to be exactly like someone else when they’re already doing that? Be you, chase what you love and what’s cool and inspiring to YOU.

Also remember that style is fake and art is in the eye of the beholder, and always changing. IMHO, if your art style changes every year or so, that’s a good thing! It means you’re learning and growing and adapting and are constantly adding to your artistic artillery. You’re finding easier and quicker ways to draw, you’re discovering what works for you and what doesn’t. Way to go! Style change is good, consistency is overrated.

And last point: Do NOT feel like because an artist you enjoy/admire doesn’t like something that you can’t like that thing or that it makes you worse than them. Artists are their own people, no matter how popular or professional they are. They have their own sphere of influences and inspiration, and just because something doesn’t work for them personally doesn’t mean it’s worthless - ESPECIALLY if that thing is working for YOU. Don’t feel offended or hurt or put-down or embarrassed if an artist says they don’t like something you like. It’s not an attack at you, and it’s not them trying to put themselves above you - it’s just their preference, and it’s okay that they like things you don’t, and that you like things they don’t. It’s what makes us all unique, and adds to your personal artistic journey and makes you stand out!

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We live in a cruel world. No one is allowed to have a good heart— or else he or she will be blamed for being soft-hearted, weak, and easy. No one is allowed to feel so much— or else he or she will be embarrassed for being assumptive, stupid, and sensitive.

But even though how cruel the world is, don’t be like it. So what if you took someone seriously? So what if you gave so much trust? So what if you chased someone to stay? Love is a magnificent thing, you shouldn’t be sorry for feeling it. Don’t be embarrassed for your capability of feeling love, because not everyone gets to feel that. Let yourself fall in love. Stop hesitating with the fear of getting hurt. Time will eventually heal all wounds, and you’ll also get used to his or her absence.

Everyone gets hurt.

Everything You Are - D. S.

A/N: Okay, wow, I had so many different ideas for this one but I deciced to branch out a bit and get out of my comfort zone. I know some of the things that are mentioned can be a touchy subject for some people and I just want to make clear that I in no way, shape or form mean to offend anyone. 
Based on the prompts “Don’t you say that…not you.” and “I’m can’t keep fighting like this”
Requested by @noodleswdw And if you’re going throug something hard, no matter what it may be, I want you to know that you are loved, you are important and you matter.

You heard the door slam shut and your heartbeat instantly increased. Your anxiety kicked in and you wanted nothing more than to hide away. But you knew you couldn’t. You glanced at the clock and furrowed your eyebrows. 4:18 pm. He was home earlier than usual. You tried to take that as a good sign, maybe he didn’t drink that much today. But a feeling in your gut told you that you were in for a surprise.

His loud footsteps echoed through the empty house, making you shiver. The lack of chatter made you let out a relieved breath. He was alone. Suddenly, the house grew silent. You tried to listen for any noise, a sign of him being awake but there was only the silence. The phone vibrating next to you, signalling you were receiving a call, made you jump. The screen showed a picture Daniel. You knew he wouldn’t stop calling if you ignored him so you decided to pick up, not wanting him to worry. Only after taking the call did you realize what a mistake you had made.

You inhaled, trying to calm your nerves. “Hey (Y/N/N)!” The enthusiasm in your best friend’s voice made you let out a giggle “Hi, Dani” Your response came out louder than intended, making you cover your mouth and hope it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear. But no such luck this time. A low grumble was heard, followed by a thud and some curse words. “What was that?” Daniel’s question caught you off guard, you had completely forgotten he was still on the other line. “Uhm…nothing. Someone outside just dropped something.”

You wanted your voice to come out strong but the slight shakiness and hesitation in it were anything but convincing. Daniel must have noticed that and asked you again. Before you could come up with a new lie you heard a loud crash in the corridor. Not a second later your door was thrown open and hit the wall, making a few pictures fall down. “I knew I heard someone up here. Should have known it was you, you little brat!” By this point Daniel was screaming on the other line but you didn’t hear him, too focused on the man glaring at you. He noticed the phone clutched in your hand and snatched it from you. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun today” was the last thing that could be heard before the line went dead.


Daniel instantly jumped to his feet, not wanting to waste any time and hurriedly put on some shoes. The guys asked him where he was going but he ignored them, taking his keys and running straight to his car. The drive to your house would normally take him 20 minutes but he made it there in 10, hitting a few red lights here and there. He pulled up to your driveway and quickly jumped out of the vehicle, not bothering to lock it. He climbed the steps to your front door, taking two at a time, his anticipation growing. He pushed down on the handle, lucky to find it unlocked and threw the door open.

Daniel was instantly greeted with screams coming from upstairs. He ran up the steps and halted, now not only hearing the screaming but also your soft cries. He looked around the corridor, thinking about what his next step should be and searching for any type of weapon. From his position, he could see into your room perfectly and the scene in there made his blood boil. You were curled up on the floor, backed up to the wall with tears streaming down your face while a tall man was standing in front of you. The man screamed at you to look at him and when you finally lifted your head, it took every fiber of his being to stop Daniel from running in there. A freshly looking, red bruise was prominent on your left cheek, standing out against your pale skin. The boy knew he had to be quick. Glancing around the open space he spotted a vase on his right side, not too far from your door.

Carefully walking over there, he took the vase and stood next to the door, far enough so he wouldn’t be seen but still able to peek into the room. Another scream was heard, making you close your eyes. He saw the man getting ready to swing his fist again but before it could collide with your body Daniel stalked into the room and smashed the vase onto the man’s head, knocking him out immediately. His unconscious body fell to the floor with a loud bang.

The sound made you open your eyes again and what you saw in front of you made your heart stop. You looked at the lifeless body, then up at Daniel and put the pieces together. He quickly took your hand in his, pulling you to your feet and ran out of the house, not wanting you anywhere near that man when he woke up. The drive back to his place was silent, no one daring to say a word. He would glace at you every once in a while, but you kept your eyes trained on the window to your right, too ashamed to look at him. When the two of you arrived, he brought you to his room, ignoring the curious stares and questions from the four boys in the living room. You watched as he walked straight into the bathroom. Confused, you stood there for a minute before deciding to see what he was doing. You saw him bent over the bathtub that was being filled with water. “Okay (Y/N/N), you’ll get in there and just, just relax. I’ll go and put some clothes into the dryer to warm them up and when I get back I want you to tell me what happened back there, okay?” You only managed to nod your head and Daniel gave you a kiss on the forehead before walking out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.


You had spent an hour in the tub and when you walked out, you quickly changed into Daniel’s clothes, appreciating the warmth and comfort they brought. You took one last glance in the mirror, your eyes lingering on your cheek a little too long and walked out of the bathroom. Daniel was sitting on the bed, his phone in his hand and a troubled expression gracing his beautiful face. You were mad at yourself for being the reason behind it. He lifted his head when he heard you and waved you over. As soon as you lied down he pulled you into his embrace, knowing you still needed to calm down a little. After a few minutes, he softly whispered “Please talk to me. What happened back there?” You were a little hesitant, you didn’t want to drop all your problems onto him but one look at his face was all it took for you to break down.

“You know how my mother had gotten a new boyfriend about four months ago, right? Well, at first everything was alright. He seemed like the perfect match for her and he treated both of us so good. But suddenly everything just…changed. We found out he had a drinking problem. At first it was only on the weekends. He would go out, come home around midnight completely drunk and just fall asleep. But weekends turned to every other day until it was every day. Two months ago, he lost his job and that’s when everything went downhill” you stopped talking, trying to calm your breathing. Daniel gave you a reassuring nod and took your hand, squeezing it a little. “Mom started working more hours so she could cover all of his expenses. She goes to work after I leave for school and doesn’t come home until late at night. Which means I’m home alone with him for at least 2 hours. 2 hours of complete torture.” You let out a bitter laugh, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

“He had never been an aggressive drunk, you know. It was as if something clicked in his mind. It started out with throwing plates and breaking stuff but I guess that wasn’t enough to satisfy him. At first, he would only scream at me, call me names, sometimes he would push me. But it got worse. So much worse.” You whispered the last part, not able to talk about all the horrible things that monster had done to you. Daniel pulled you onto his lap and held you tight. “Mom doesn’t know about it. I mean, I know she’s suspicious, she often questions me about the bruises. I just don’t have it in me to tell her the truth. She would blame herself for everything. And then there was you…You’re my best friend and I know I should have talked to you but your life is going great.  You’re chasing your dreams, doing what you love. I didn’t want you having to deal with my problems.” You started crying harder “I can’t keep fighting like this, Dani, I just can’t. Sometimes I would lie awake at night and just think about how easy it would be to leave. I mean, it’s not like someone would miss me anyways…”

Daniel’s heart broke looking at the fragile girl in his arms. He hated himself for not noticing her suffering. He should have known. He was her best friend for god’s sake and yet she still felt like she couldn’t talk to him.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. Don’t you say that, not you. You are the strongest person I know. You went through so much, all on your own, yet you’re still here and I’m so proud of you for that. I don’t want you ever feeling like you can’t talk to me. I’m always here for you, no matter where I am or what time it is, okay? You are loved by so many people and every single one of us would miss you. Your family, your mom, the boys…and especially me.” Daniel lifted your head so you would look into his eyes “You are the most amazing girl I have ever had the pleasure to meet. Intelligent, funny, caring, beautiful inside and out. In my eyes, you’re perfect and I’m so in love with everything that you are.”

Daniel’s words made your heart stop. The boy you had been in love with for so long just admitted his feelings for you. He looked at you, his eyes filled with so much love and hope. “Kiss me” you softly whispered and that’s exactly what he did. The second your lips touched his it was as if all your dark thoughts and fears just vanished. You felt safe in his arms, like you belonged there but most importantly, you felt loved. You pulled away but he didn’t let go of you.

“I love you.”

You closed your eyes, finally at peace. “I love you too.”

There were a lot of things that needed to be taken care of but for now you simply let yourself be happy.

SHOUT OUT TO THE LOVELY TRANS AND GENDER FLUID AND KICK ASS ALEX FIERRO

I LOVE HER SO MUCH AND I LOVE UNCLE RICK SO MUCH AS WELL FOR THE WIDE SPECTRUM OF PEOPLE HE HAS IN HIS BOOKS

I’m experiencing my first snowfall and getting emotional so POTTERY.

something I found mildly terrifying when I first started learning how to fire the kilns is that there aren’t /settings/ in a kiln. I mean there are computerized kilns and electric kilns, but even our most modern kiln here is predominantly controlled by how covered a particular hole is by a big slab of rock. Kiln not hot enough? Try moving the rock a little. Nudge the gas valve. It’s like being taught rocket science by your great aunt’s Lupe’s famous rocket fuel chili recipe. You know it’s right when it /feels/ right. Except there’s no training wheels for what ‘feels’ right when you’re working with flammable gas and molten 2000F hot dirt.

So, EU potters that can tell something’s off by the tang of metal in the air, that know something’s wrong by the color of the light, because the flame coming out of a kiln in reduction looks different than a flame in oxidation, because the smell of ozone and burning metal can mean very different things when you’re firing, and they’re things you learn to look for. Artists who know when Elsewhere is close because the air /tastes/ different from the air they’re used to.

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CONGRATS ON YOUR FIRST SNOWFALL! And also I’m loving this ceramics mythology that’s being built here! It’s so good for me.

(I’d love to see more about the mythos of various majors, if any of you should feel like writing it out! What about it is strange? What about it is strange at EU? what do you have to trade, what could you not afford to lose, what keeps you safe?)

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I know the pain you feel. I’ve been there. I know the battle in your head to quit… I’ve had it far too many times. I’ve fallen and I’ve gotten back up only to fall again. But I’ll never stop. I’m only getting stronger and closer to my goals. For every time I fall forward on my face… I’m still moving ahead. So never quit. Hold on to what you love, chase what you desire, believe in yourself, and never stop. It’s your choice. We need more dreamers.. So please. Never. Stop.—Cody Christian

Things I’ve learned in recovery (some may be hard to accept, they were for me.)

  • Listen to your soul!!!! - if you listen to the deepest parts of you and do what your soul says you need to do, you will recover faster and you will begin to be ok with yourself.
  • Make a decision. - this is a hard one, and no I’m not saying that you can always choose to feel happy. But the decision that needs to be made is that even when you aren’t happy, self destructive behaviors are NOT on the table. They just aren’t an option. And that no matter WHAT happens or how you’re feeling, you will not let your feelings overtake your logic.
  • Do something to physically represent that decision. - whether it’s dying your hair, getting a tattoo, changing your wardrobe, or just wearing a specific kind of makeup every day, do SOMETHING that physically is on or around you all the time that represents your decision. It will remind you of your decision even when you don’t want to be reminded.
  • Be your own best friend. - I know I know, this one seems kind of cliche. But let’s put it this way. You literally are your best friend. Whether you like yourself or not. You spend every moment of every day with yourself. When you bathe you bathe yourself, when you eat you feed yourself, when you drink you hydrate yourself. No one else is doing those things for you. Whether you do them as much as you should or not doesn’t matter. You’re still the one doing them. So if you would treat your best friend like royalty, why aren’t you treating yourself that way??!
  • Be YOURSELF. - unapologetically. Regardless of who it pisses off or disappoints. I don’t care if you think you’ll lose your best friend in the whole world over being yourself. If that’s the case, THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIEND. YOU WILL FIND BETTER FRIENDS I PROMISE.
  • Speaking of friends, you don’t need many. - popularity is literally NOTHING on the scale of happiness. It may give you a fake sense of security, but eventually you’ll figure out these aren’t real friends and you will feel lost. So instead of chasing a bunch of friends, chase one or two REAL friends. That love you no matter what.
  • Happiness is a scale. - there is not just happy or sad, there’s a whole lot in between!! And that’s ok!! It’s all there for a reason and you will feel all parts of the scale at some point!! Even the good ones yes!!!
  • Feelings are ALWAYS valid. - I don’t care if you accidentally crushed a roach and cry for weeks about it, YOUR FEELINGS ARE VALID. Absolutely no one has the right to tell you how you should and shouldn’t feel, not even yourself. So feel your emotions!! And know that you are allowed to feel whatever you feel however strongly you feel it regardless of situation.

These are only a few of the lovely things I’ve learned. If you need a pep talk or a listening ear, I’m always here. I will be posting more about this later on because I want to help as many people as I can. I love you.