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When your big/little sibling comes into the room while you’re drawing

anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is a question everyone already knows the answer to... How could a poor lonely American Kagakid like myself watch Magical Mirai 2015 (which will hopefully include Remote Control) without, you know, flying to Japan? Does it stream online or something? Again, I apologize for my ignorance ;-;

Hopefully they will stream Magical Mirai 2015 on niconico again! In the past, you would just have to pay to be a niconico premium member, and then pay for your virtual ticket (or, if you’re me, multiple tickets). That allowed us to watch the concert while it’s happening in real time in Japan from anywhere in the world, and be able to watch it later during a specific timeframe (if you’re not into being awake at 3am or whenever aha)….. But they haven’t done that for a while… Last year you had to be an owner of PSN Plus account and also live in Japan to watch the stream on your PS4 only…

If they don’t do the nico thing again, I’m afraid the only (LEGAL) option for us non-Japanese fans would be to wait for the DVD/Blu-Ray release (and also own a non-region locked player)! 

EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM THE WIFI ROUTER ON AND LOG ONTO THE INTERNET. ITS RACIST FACEBOOK POSTS ABOUT ADAM GOODES AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START DOING ALL THE FIGHTS FIGHTING FOR MY MAIN MAN, ADAM GOODES. I DO EVERY MOVE AND I DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME RACIST BOGANS OR EVEN WHEN I MESS UP TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY HAVE TRAVERSED THE FOX FOOTY COMMENTS SECTION AND LIVED. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS.. AND IVE LEARNED ALL THE ARGUMENTS AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MYSELF AND MY APARTMENT LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNING. THEN I LIFT

Whooo existentialism!

Such thin,
Delicate,
Threads,
Holding me to life,
Making me care.
What am I anyway?

Other than a clump of carbon,
Achieving a state of sentience?

What matters?
Nothing really.
Is that all there is?
Us, simply the universes way of looking inward,
Knowing itself?

Holding a certain poetic beauty,
But how can that even matter,
When I can’t,
Simply,
Fight,
The inertia,
of,
My mind…

Fat coach

It seems to me that one of the best ways to improve your game is to get a coach. A professional who has been there, done that, will scrutinize your stroke and teach you to be a better golfer.

Except I need one for my food problems. 

Food “issues”? Weight-loss? Struggles? What’s the correct verbiage here?

The problem is, people who lose weight and keep it off are statistically a very small group. This means they’re tough to find. Which leaves people who have never struggled with food trying to coach those of us who have,  and we both know that is not a thing. I do not need some perpetually skinny person trying to identify with my inability to stop eating. They stop when they feel full or, as in the case of my husband, they stop sometimes when they’re bored. I can’t even. Know what makes me bored? Board games. Poorly written books. Telling my daughter to flush again (she’s five, I surmise I’ll be doing this for another dang decade), and my son that we’re going to the park for the fiftieth time in the last quarter mile. 

It seems to me that even here on Tumblr, where there are a lot of us with “lifestyle” or “fitness” or whatever blogs, that we fall off the wagon more often than we’d like to admit. Then we get re-motivated and yell “PULL UP THOSE BOOTSTRAPS!” like we’re actually going to be perfect this time and what’s wrong with you losers going through the McDonald’s drive thru, even though that was us just yesterday.

I can say it all because I’ve done it. I’ve been cooking along (not literally, almost never literally) and losing weight and what’s wrong with all you fatties?! Be like me! And then I’ve had down times, like now, where I just. Can’t. Get. My. Act. Together.

Part of it is perfectionism. The ridiculous and errant desire to be perfect. I still cling to it in the echoing deep dark chambers of my foolish heart. My head knows perfectly well (ha ha, see what I did there, unintentional too!) that perfection isn’t a thing.

Part of it is habit. Even though I can’t at the moment make myself stop eating for any reason short of a donut (which truly defeats the point, because then do I get to eat the donut or what?) I still work out all the time. Six days a week. Why? Because of habit. Because over the course of roughly ten years I’ve learned to love it for myriad reasons. 

So at least there’s still that. Although were I to find a coach, she’d sit me down and say “ok let’s talk exercise” and probably be a bit weirded out that I exercise and love it. I think that’s abnormal for Americans. But I never was a study in normalcy (thanks Amazon woman height of 5′11″!) so carry on.

I don’t need a fancy diet. I don’t want to exclude fruit or carbs or sugar or dairy or gluten or whatever, although I’m willing to under reasonable circumstances. I want to learn that elusive magic called moderation. Moder-frickin-ation, baby. Eat like a smart person 80% of the time, enjoy treats the other 20%. Or something. Maybe more like 90% smart when you’re losing weight. But you get the idea.

What’s that like? I assume it’s like when I’ve had ¾ of a beer and feel totally fine leaving the rest on the table. That’s moderation in action, baby! But why can’t that work for food?

It’s complicated, I know. It is for all of us, and for different reasons, probably why it’s a national epidemic and all that. Still. If you know a guy/girl, send them my way. I need some coaching all up in this hizzle. (I have no idea actually how to say that. Obviously.)

Through the rain
and piles of sheets
cups of warm things
touching warm things
making plans

And through driving on freeways
sitting on cement seats
kissing you in back rooms
by pools
pool tables
in fog
in fights

And through times
when miles felt like nothing
and times when nothing felt like a schism
and you looked through me
closed your eyes
and shut your ears
and opened your mouth
to tell me that I don’t love you

When loving you is all I can do

And even this great big word
feels an inadequate expression
for everything I feel for you
because I do feel
everything

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#actual married couple stydia

dylanohcryin asked:

YOU DONT LIKE RANCH DRESSING??????? bye I'm unfollowing

are you KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW OMG: first, for me enjoying the minions *FILM* and now for having an opinion on ranch dressing???

call out post for ranch dressing:

  • why it smell like that -_-
  • there are so many better alternatives

Somewhere out there, Sara is sailing the waves with her pirate crew, unaware that she is a princess…

Lane Boy? I think you meant smiley bean puts on the floral thing