i am like so late with this though but whatever

Bridget’s Diary

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault

9/12/15

I’m going to go to a party tomorrow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I know parties are places of temptation, but my friends are all going and I just can’t help myself. They’re all purity club members, we’ll keep each other on the straight and narrow. I’m so excited, and at the same time I want to throw up because I’m so nervous. My parents obviously don’t know I’m going, I told them I’m staying at my friend Holly’s tomorrow night. I will be, kinda, just… after the party.

I will seriously throw up. This is so exciting. I just have to remember that I’m a fine china tea cup, not Styrofoam and disposable. I’m not easy, and I will remain pure until Jesus chooses my soulmate. ♥

For now though… I have to figure out what I’m going to wear!

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let me tell you about the sunshine girl.
you can see her when your eyelids flutter shut, after long days of giving yourself away she is there to lend herself to you in the simplest of ways. she will not let you decline. kindness radiates from each atom in her body. you can’t help but wonder how a single girl is the embodiment of the solar system.
and the stars, you see them in her eyes, the way they bring brightness as a gift to the banquet of the night, there is no present like a galaxy. the sun is a star but it is our star, her star, your star.
she is the power behind each flower in the garden, the driving force behind the striking color palette of each petal. the love in the leaves that brings them together, the strength in each stem that allows them to reach for the stars.
and the dim morning sun behind the window pane, the seven am wakeup call, the most subtle alarm clock that nature will provide. whisper, darling, a tap on my shoulder, you can see her with your eyes closed, you will know she rises. she will wait for you every day.
i am in love with the sunshine girl.
—  sunshine girl
Lily Evans appreciation post - kind of

Snily shippers have been getting on my fucking nerves lately, so sorry but no. They keep suggesting that Lily Evans was somehow suppressed by James Potter and you know what I’m passionate about? Lily Evans’ independence.

I want to say that I am completely against Snily for many reasons but I do not want to sound like I want you to stop doing what you love, please do by all means, it’s your blog and you are free to write about whatever you want even though I do not approve. I love Jily so I write about them, so you have the exact same right I do. What I am against is explained below:

  • I pity the fools who think Lily Evans was affected by what people around her thought, did or said.
  • Lily Evans was her own person, she was not attached to anyone or idea because she had her own ideas, lots of them.
  • Just because Lily Evans was an exceptionally kind and caring woman does not mean that she abided by the thoughts of people she cared about.
  • She cared about Snape, but she didn’t share his views, she tried helping him get out of the mess he is in, he didn’t. End of story. 
  • Don’t come at me with “he was bullied” shit because Harry James Potter was abused by his legal guardians for 10 years straight (and I’m only talking about the worst part when they weren’t afraid of him) but he still apologised to house elves and was considered an exceptional human being by other people and magical creatures alike. (yes, canonically)
  • She cared about James but was against the bullying he did and bigotedness he had. She didn’t care for him until he changed his ways. DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME HE DIDN’T. 
  • Lily Evans made her own decisions when it came to her life
  • Lily Evans wouldn’t have been with James Potter if she didn’t want to.
  • Lily Evans would have been with Severus Snape if she wanted to.
  • Lily Evans did whatever the hell she damn well pleased and she made sure everyone knew that.
  • So please for the love of kittens and everything holy to you, stop portraying Lily Evans weak, she’s a very strong female character.
  • Lily Evans is who I aspire to be, please respect that.
  • “You don’t get to tell me who’s overreacting. You’re under-reacting!" 
  • "All murder is illegal. Also, attempted murder." 
  • "Well, that’s just mean. And kind of weird." 
  • "We cannot tell you. We’re not allowed." 
  • "Murder wasn’t my intent." 
  • "I meant nothing by it." 
  • "We have forgotten so many things." 
  • "I guess I was wrong earlier—I don’t know. Weird, right?" 
  • "I have conflicted feelings here." 
  • "It is not a feeling I wish to experience again." 
  • "So, let’s not waste any more time." 
  • "I don’t remember what I was just saying." 
  • "That is—ugh. I’ll have to think about what that is." 
  • "You need to run." 
  • "This day started bad, and it does not appear to be getting better any time soon." 
  • "You can guess what happened, I think." 
  • "I know that there is more coming, as always. This is what I know." 
  • "Don’t look. You will not at all like what you see." 
  • "It’s all a shame, whatever it is. Such a damn shame everything is." 
  • "You are weak. You are nothing." 
  • "I know I am safe. Sadly though, I am not okay." 
  • "I don’t know. But I’m trying to find out, okay?" 
  • "I know what is what." 
  • "You know, it would upset me if it weren’t just who you are." 
  • "I could do so many things to you without you feeling it. Remember that if you remember nothing else." 
  • "You seem kind of— I mean, lately. Lately you’ve been—" 
  • "It’s awful when you can see the reason for someone’s feeling toward you while knowing wholly that they’re wrong." 
  • "I do my best with what I have. I don’t have much." 
  • "I’ve been working on something I’d like to show you." 
  • "Denying that you are guilty is a major sign of guilt." 
  • "Ask me what?" 
  • "I mean, I know. I know everything." 
  • "I wish I did not know." 
  • "You know, I don’t want to talk about it just yet." 
  • "It’s a shame anything had to change. I sure do dislike change." 
  • "Not saying that it is a long time—uh, who knows what a long time is even? Not me! But it just seems that way, that’s all." 
  • "Here I am, as I thought I might never be." 
  • "These days, the world seems to never be ending for some and not others." 
  • "The world is a worse place now than it ever was before, but far better than it ever will be again." 
  • "The past is always better than the present. And the future is the worst of all." 
  • "I extend my deepest sympathies. Not that my sympathies will do you any good." 
  • "Have you ever remembered a life you did not lead?" 
  • "It was a better day earlier. Back when I hadn’t heard that story." 
  • "This present, this now, is no good. No good at all!”
I have officially had too much wine

I may delete this later..I dunno. My birthday was good. I did receive some profound combinations today and believe it or not after each divination layers like onions were peeled off.

It’s what I wanted. We all have different energy and we all contribute so much to “whatever this is” and I’m glad that those who did that for me took the time. It isn’t too late for those who are on the fences though. I am open to all things. I love you guys and thanks for your time energy and support. You don’t know what that means to me…Yeah I’m tearing up a bit…too much wine.

You know what I’m not deleting this there’s nothing wrong with saying. “I love you” so there I love you guys. See you tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

You seem like the person to ask. I love Chaika but I was late to the ride. Where can I find stuff related to her? I want some Chaika in my room. And the figure is outrageously priced most places, though I'll try to search around more.

Honestly, I am by no means rich so I haven’t been able to purchase any official merch from the companies that made Chaika. I would try any of the Japanese export companies (like samuribuyer or whatever) and maybe you can find some stuff through that. It sucks but Chaika is just… not that popular and didn’t get much merch. Sorry if I’m no help :/

Crushing; Part I

Baekhyun walks down the hallways with his books pressed tightly against his chest, his head pointed down at the ground and his lips pressed together as he makes his way around the large crowd of people. He never liked being around so much people, so high school for him is spent isolated from everyone with the exception of his child hood friend, Kim Jongdae.

Speaking of the devil, here he comes right now, prancing with joy in his steps as he lands besides Baekhyun’s dainty body. “Hey Baekachu, your early today.” He says with a cheesy smile.

“Not really, your just not that late today.” He brushes him off causally, stating the obvious.

Jongdae clicks his tongue as they squish between the overwhelming number of people around them. “Whatever, its not my fault that these fanfictions are so god damn addicting. You never know what’s gonna happen next, so you just can’t stop reading! I didn’t even know it was three AM last night until my brother told me to sleep already.” Jongdae is a dreamer, and even though he likes to read yaoi about groups like EXO and BlackPink, Baekhyun still admired him for having such high creativity.

“Your obsessed.”

“Guilty as charged.” He retorts proudly, and Baekhyun’s shakes his head at him as they enter their classroom and take their seats right next to the window as usual.

Five minutes pass by as Jongdae tries to push this new Fanfic he came across last night up Baekhyun’s face, until someone bursts inside with news to tell everyone.

“Chanyeol is doing it again! He’s about to beat the school’s 30 second record!” Everyone bolts towards the window automatically at his announcement, and all Baekhyun has to do is turn his head to the side to catch the said man running as if his life depended on it across the race track. His eyes glimmer as they watch Chanyeol’s blurry body run until he hits the finish line, with the exact time of 28 seconds.

The students around him cheer and clap at another one of Chanyeol’s successes, and Baekhyun is nothing short of amazed. Chanyeol is the school’s biggest athlete. He not only runs track, but he is the star quarterback for the football team and the captain of the basketball team. How someone is able to be so perfect in more than one sport, Baekhyun has completely no idea. He doesn’t even know how to throw a ball with hurting his arm somehow.

“There goes your boo, Baekhyun. You surly picked the brightest out of the bowl.” Jongdae says to him, causing his eyes to widen as he whips his head over to him.

“Y-Yah! What are you talking a-about? Shut up!” He says nervously as he swats the troll on his arm. Jongdae only smirks at him.

“Your the one who needs to shut up. I know that your crushing on the school’s superstar, there’s no hiding the way you look at him.” Jongdae doesn’t mean to tease him in any shape, way, or form, no. In fact, he is ecstatic to finally see his best friend opening up to someone other than him. It’s about time that he got himself a man. “You should talk to him.”

Baekhyun bites down on his bottom lip and focuses his gaze back on Chanyeol outside of the window, who is talking with his couch while the other track members surround them in a huddle.

He shakes his head quickly at Jongdae’s words. “N-No, I can’t. He’s friends with Jongin, and we both know how mean he is. What if he’s just as mean as he is? I don’t know anything about him, I don’t want to get involved.”

Jongdae blows him a raspberry and waves his hand dismissively. “Trust me, Chanyeol is nothing like that Kim Jongass.”

Baekhyun doesn’t consider his words at all, not even for a second. He’s never spoken to someone else in this school willingly before, and frankly, he doesn’t know how. He can’t see himself socializing, so approaching someone like Chanyeol is out of the question.

As he thinks to himself, he doesn’t see the smirk that Jongdae is wearing as he looks at his introverted friend maniacally. Looks like he’s got some work to do.

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It’s twelve o'clock, which means that it’s lunch time and Jongdae’s cue to meet with his book club. That leaves Baekhyun to head out to his sanctuary: the library.

He has his lunch of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some juice with him as he takes out the newest book that has caught his interest: “The Great Gatsby.”

He reads over the first three pages in peaceful quietness, until someone suddenly taps him on his shoulder and pulls his attention away from the book. When he turns his head to see who is bothering him, he nearly chokes on the bread in his mouth.

“Hey, your Baekhyun right?” The man asks, and all Baekhyun can do is nod slowly as if trying to comprehend the situation around him.

The man smiles brightly and invites himself over to sit next to him. “I’m Chanyeol, and I was wondering if you could help me with pre-calculus? Pyun saesangnim kind of arranged it so that you could be my tutor. Did he not tell you about it?” His words are coming out too fast and Baekhyun’s speeding pulse isn’t helping at all either.

“N-No… he d-didn’t tell me about it…” He manages to say while at least attempting to establish eye contact with him, but inevitably failing. “B-But I’ll, um, I’ll help you…”

Chanyeol grins another one of his million dollar grins and lays his books on the table. “Great! What do you say, come by my place around six'ish?” He says, not really asking for his permission as he rips out a half sheet of paper from his notebook to write his address down on. “It’s pretty close to this area, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.” He hands him the paper and Baekhyun shakingly accepts it.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Thanks Baekhyun!” He stands up and leaves on that note, but Baekhyun is just sitting there stupified, not knowing what exactly just happened.

The only thing he is sure of is that he just single handedly put himself in the worst case scenario that he could have possibly ever put himself in.

His mind is too discombobulated to even notice that Pyun saesangnim quit his job about a week ago, nor does he even catch the evil grin hiding behind one of the bookshelves, cast upon him by none other than Kim Jongdae himself.

‘Plan get Baekhyun tied down is a go.’

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Authors Note:
Hello everyone! I’m sorry that I haven’t written anything in the past two days, I fell really ill and I couldn’t even pick up my phone nevertheless type anything on it. So I created this little fic here to make up for it! I hope that you guys like it so far! (:

“All Things Go” - a time stuck wings AU

Basically, I fell in love with two different Gravity Falls AUs and instead of trying my hand at writing separate fics for both of them, I mashed them together.

Here is Chapter 1!


This wasn’t the first time Mabel Pines had found herself in deep trouble. It was, however, the first time she’d found herself in such deep trouble alone. Dipper wasn’t around this time to help her think of a good way out of it. She didn’t even have Soos or Wendy to fall back on. She was entirely on her own.

It had all been because of a stupid fight and an even stupider mistake. And as she fell through time, the journey seeming unnaturally long, Mabel couldn’t stop thinking about just how dumb the entire situation was, and how much she regretted all of it.

She landed in an unfamiliar place rather painfully on her right wing. The tape measurer she and Dipper had nicked off of that time traveler weeks ago landed on the ground a few inches away with a crunch, smoke pouring out of it. Mabel could only briefly worry about how bad that probably was as she scrambled to her feet, trying very hard not to move her sore wing, as she snatched up the machine. “Ow,” she grimaced and stuffed it into her sweater pocket. It was extremely hot, so much so that touching it had burned a little bit.

She was in the middle of some unfamiliar city, and it was late. The sky was dark and starless, nothing like the night sky of Gravity Falls. The air smelled faintly acrid, and it was freezing. Whatever year it was, she had arrived on the verge of winter. “Where am I?” she whispered, biting down on her lip and looking around, as though she would see some sign telling her exactly which city she was in.

Or what year. Time travel and all that. A month ago it had been fun. Now it was mildly terrifying. “It’s okay,” she tried to reassure herself, slipping into an alley and sliding to the ground with her back against the wall. “I just have to go back and everything will be okay.” Her wing wasn’t so sore anymore, so it seemed she hadn’t done any lasting damage. Mabel wriggled her hand into her sweater sleeve to use as a sort of protective mitt as she pulled out the time machine. It was still warm, but not painful to touch anymore, so she started fiddling with it.

She pulled out the measuring part of it, estimating she had maybe gone fifteen years into the past as she pulled it to that mark and pressed the button on the side. At once, a jolt of electricity shot out of it into her fingers and up her arm, and she yelped and dropped it, rubbing her hands and staring in horror at the machine. She hadn’t moved at all. It was broken.

She was stuck.

The realization struck her like a punch to the gut, and she scooped up the broken time machine and stuffed it back into her pocket, starting to shake from both cold and concern, as she tried to process this. She didn’t know where or when she was. There was no way to get back to her time.

She would never see Dipper again. She would never see Grunkle Stan or her Great Uncle Ford, or Wendy or Soos or Waddles.

It had been a stupid fight. And she’d lost everything for it.

Panic settled in. She was alone. And now she was very, very afraid. She curled her knees into her chest and buried her face in her hands, breaking down completely. “I don’t know what to do,” she gasped through choked sobs. She felt like she could barely breathe. The cold was starting to cut through her sweater, seeping into her core. She curled in further on herself, trying to conserve heat. “I don’t know what to do…”

 ~

Stan Pines was doing particularly well for himself that evening. Hell, he had a pocket full of cash and a full belly for the first time in two weeks. He would have been whistling cheerfully if he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. The wings were bad enough. They were big and all too noticeable, as Golden Eagle wings were quite the rarity. He was fairly certain that the security detail at the casino hadn’t figured out he was counting cards – he’d been careful to lose enough before winning big so he wouldn’t be suspected – but he had found it never hurt to be just a little paranoid. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t have let him cash out if they’d suspected him of anything, and he didn’t appear to have anyone tailing him, but he wouldn’t truly breathe easy until he was crossing state lines again.

As he passed an alley on the way back to the place he’d parked his car he thought he heard the sound of someone sniffling. Huh. Did he dare?

The curiosity proved to be too much, and he backtracked. He didn’t really expect much. Probably just a cat. He peered into the dark alley, listening for the sound again. And a sound did come, but a vastly different one – the sound of choked sobs. That was no cat.

He hesitated, thinking through all the ways this could be a trick, but figured it was just too damn strange to be one, so he slowly proceeded into the alley. Jesus, it was a kid.

She was crouched behind the dumpster, crying into the sleeves of a pink sweater that looked a few sizes too big for her, her small body trembling violently. And yet the most shocking thing about her was the pair of beautiful scarlet macaw wings spread out behind her, shuddering with every sob that racked her body. He’d never seen anything quite like them.

“Um… hey. Kid,” he called out softly to her, not sure what else to do. He’d feel wrong leaving her like this. “You okay over there?”

She gasped and her head shot up, her expression one of terror.

 ~

A part of Mabel had known she’d eventually have to get up and leave the alley, but she had hoped that she could cry herself out before then. She needed, first and foremost, to find out what year it was and then where exactly she had landed if she had any hope of making it back to her own time. She couldn’t be sure if she had even been born yet. Somehow, she doubted it.

She was still pretty immersed in her overwhelming fears and was still several minutes from even trying to stop her crying, but the voice cutting across the alley jolted her out of her misery and she shot her head up in fear. Someone had found her. It could be literally anyone, and they could be out to hurt her.

So she was rather taken when she looked up, expecting to have to make an attempt at protecting herself, and instead looked into the face of a man who looked very much like her father. She almost cried out “Dad!” before she realized that, while alarmingly similar, it was not him. This man had a bigger nose, a squarer jaw, and thicker eyebrows. Not to mention different wings. That was the real giveaway.

His wings were magnificent, even if they did look a little worse for wear. They were enormous and bronze, and even though they were tattered and a little ragged they were still beautiful. Powerful.

She knew him, but she didn’t know how she knew him. She had to know him. He was too familiar for her not to somehow know him. She just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But just because she knew him, that didn’t make him safe.

“Who are you?!” she demanded, her teeth chattering so the question came out shaky. She tried to stand up, but it was like her legs were refusing to be legs. The fact that she was so cold she could barely feel them certainly wasn’t helping. She got halfway up before her knees buckled and she fell back to the ground, growing more frightened every second. This eliminated any possibility of running away if she needed to.

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Stan’s heart ached with pity as he watched the girl try to stand and fail. From the sound of her voice, he could venture a pretty decent guess that she wasn’t just shivering because she was crying – she was freezing. Well, he didn’t blame her. Snow was due any day now, and she was wearing a skirt. “Take it easy,” he said as reassuringly as he could, slowly approaching the girl so he wouldn’t startle her further. “I just want to help.”

The girl’s expression melted from fear into confliction, and she shrunk further in on herself. Her feathers ruffled as he approached. “St-stay back,” she stammered out. The closer Stan got the paler she looked.

He stopped, not wanting her to be frightened of him. He felt bad for the girl. He knew what it was like to be scared and alone, once upon a time. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured her, slowly shrugging his jacket off his shoulder and over his wings and holding it out to her. “Here. Let’s warm you up a little.”

At last she cracked a tiny smile and inched forward, closing the gap between them enough for her to take the jacket. She got her wings through the slits in the fabric and slipped her arms into the sleeves, mumbling contentedly. Stan’s lips twitched up into a smile. The jacket was far too big for her, the sleeves hanging well past her hands and the fur lining at the bottom knocking against her knees.

“Thank you,” she whispered, smiling shyly up at him.

“Yeah,” Stan said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I am gonna need that back, though. Once you’ve stopped shaking so much.”

She nodded, wrapping the jacket tighter around her thin shoulders.

“What are you doing out here, Kid?” Stan asked, kneeling down so he was at her eye level. “You lost or something?”

She started chewing on her bottom lip, her eyes welling up again. “Um… kind of,” she sniffled, shaking one sleeve down so her hand went free and she could wipe at her eyes.

“Well, uh, if you need a lift home I can give you a ride,” Stan offered, wishing he had a way to stop her tears. Unfortunately, his suggestion only seemed to upset her more, as she started crying again.

“I can’t go home!” she whimpered, burying her face in her hands. “I can’t!”

God, this kid had it bad. “Hey, it’s alright,” he tried to comfort her, awkwardly reaching out a hand and patting her shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She nodded, but her face remained in her hands, and Stan sighed. “What’s your name, Kid?”

She let out a shuddery breath. “M-Mabel,” she said, keeping her last name to herself. He didn’t blame her. He knew what that was like.

He was going by Earl Paisley nowadays, and he was accustomed to introducing himself as such, so when he told her his real name he was a little shocked with himself. He hadn’t intended to, really; it had just slipped out. “I’m Stan Pines.”

The girl gasped and her wings perked up at once, and her head shot up out of her hands. “Grunk—!” she yelped, and then cut short. Stan stared at her, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. She was staring back, her eyes sparkling with something Stan wasn’t accustomed to seeing anymore – adoration.

He grunted as Mabel barreled into him, her arms around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder, nuzzling her cheek against his shirt. “It’s so nice to meet you, Stan Pines,” she mumbled, sounding so relieved and happy that Stan didn’t know what else to do except for hug her back. Somehow he felt highly affectionate towards her.

“Yeah. Nice to meet you too, Kid,” he said, rubbing her back a little bit.

From somewhere outside the alley, down the street, Stan heard voices approaching. Paranoia settling in again he pulled back from the kid and stood up, looking down at her. “Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her quickly from the alley and down the street towards where he’d parked his car. “You can stay with me for a while until we figure out what to do about your, er… situation.”

“Okay!” Mabel said eagerly, grinning up at him as he pulled her down the street.

Stan let out a long breath as they hurried along. What the hell had he gotten himself into this time?

HOW TO MAKE COOL BOOKS

These are really simple bound sketchbooks! I’m not a trained bookbinder/maker, I’ve just sort of figured these out by trial and error and looking up stuff online. There’s plenty of room for improvisation but this is the best method I’ve found so far in terms of time/cost/effort/appearance.

You’ll need paper, cardboard, cutting implements, needle and thread, a scrap of cloth (optional), a little bit of glue (also optional) and paint, markers or ink to decorate with.

(tutorial under the cut because it’s long)

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honeysuckle, foxglove

[TWOSHOT] [½]

pairing: wontaek
notes: based off this tweet // don’t ask about the title. there will be a part 2 and there will be … smut. probably.
words: 1,170

He wondered what freckles had anything to do with their concept.

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Okz, I finished him faster than I expected hehe….and it didn’t take two hours….maybe 45 minutes or whatever. Anyways it still looks like crap cause I can’t draw good what-so-ever….so…yeah. welp…I think I’m going to sleep….it’s way too late for me…and I can hardly keep my eyes open. G’ night peepz.
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pandiva  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you also have something like fanfic recs list, because lately I've been craving some good MakoHaru or whatever involving the sunshine Makoto and I was unable to find anything good, so I came to a conclusion that you could have read something good that you could share with us? If not, it's ok. Well, have a nice day and thanks <3 (Also, I love your MakoHaru art, it makes my heart go doki doki <3)

Ahhh I have a lot in fact! Most of them are SFW though so if you’re all good with fluffly MakoHaru then I am your man. B) Some are oneshots some are not but I love them all. <3

I could go on and on and on because I have so much bookmarked :))) But the list is getting rather long but if you need more, I won’t hesitate to continue the list. So many fluffy MakoHaru fics out there OTL Someone should stop these writers for making such amazing fics OTL butpleasedogoonmakemore

Oh and thank you for liking my MakoHaru art! That’s the only way I can contribute to this beautiful fandom OTL

anonymous asked:

Can/will you write about O coming out as non binary to Bellamy?

this is stupid, you think, because there’s no way that the librarian that came up to you is going to know at all that you’re standing in the gender studies section because your own body confuses the fuck out of you, because you look like girls are supposed to look: you’re small and delicate and strong, with big eyes and a full mouth and a little curve to your hips and your boobs are small but they’re nice too. your hair is soft and long and, on the days you’re most relieved, because bell doesn’t scowl before you leave the house, you don’t particularly mind dresses or makeup.

today’s not one of those days, really, and you’re foregoing some of your discomfort because you have on high waisted denim shorts and a black tshirt, a flannel for when you’re inside, the vans from the boy’s section you’d bought without bellamy knowing they were from the boy’s section (they’re black and plain and you’re like 97% sure they’re the exact same shoe, but whatever, it was the spirit of the act). you’re wearing two sports bras so you’re a little comfortable, but it’s not so bad. you shove your hands into your pockets and start to read the titles of the books but your eyes start to water and this is all scary, because you’re barely 15 and sometimes your body doesn’t feel safe, doesn’t match your brain, and you know about transgendered people, but you are also absolutely sure you’re Not a Boy.

you also, maybe, don’t think you’re a girl, and you’re really not certain if that even—exists? is allowed to exist? you’ve looked up a few things online but not really because you don’t have a computer at home other than bellamy’s laptop, and you haven’t wanted anyone to see any of your searches at your school, and, anyway bellamy certainly doesn’t seem to think so. it’s been harder and harder to hear she and my sister out of his mouth all the time, it seems. you haven’t asked him to call you anything different, so part of that’s on you because how is he supposed to know? and he’s your big brother, he’s always, always cared for you, and you know he loves you a lot. you love him too, even if he’s a bigoted asshole sometimes.

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Jinyoung: Hello everyone. This is b1a4′s Jinyoung. The reason i came here suddenly is because, today, actually today! It is Gongchan’s birthday! When it was midnight we gave him a birthday cake and he was touched. When this comes out we are probably going to be on our way somewhere in the car. So today, I am here to leave a video message for Gongchan. Um… Gongchan is… it’s already his 23rd birthday. Gongchan-ah, time sure flies. When I look at you nowadays, I think and feel “He’s become a man. He’s become an adult.” And you look at us from behind, and though you are the youngest, you know how to take care of your hyungs. Because you’re here we can rely on you. Happy birthday, and the two of us should go out to eat meat. I’ll buy you beef. Really… it’s weird to say you’ve grown up so well… but I’m thankful that you’ve grown so well. And I feel like it was just yesterday when you were in high school. Time flies by quickly, which is somewhat sad. But since I can see your mature side now, it’s also a happy thing. Anyway, hyungs always trust you and rely on you, so please trust us and follow us too. You’re doing it already but let’s gain strength together and work harder. Thank you so so much. And, our pretty maknae, hm! Happy birthday~ Hyungs are always cheering for you. Fighting~

CNU: Hmm… Gongchan-ah hi. It’s Shinwoo hyung. Happy 23rd birthday. Our time together.. hm, how long has it been? 6 years? It’s been that long, and I feel like time flies by so quickly. Though you are the youngest, sometimes you are more hyung-like than the hyungs. You take care of us, and you act like an adult so I am so proud. Lately as an MC, you’re greeting many people. Watching you makes me feel very proud. As your hyung I am proud of you. I was worried, but now I think I didn’t have to. You’re doing so well. So, moving forward, whatever you may do, hyung will worry a bit less. Anyway, happy 23rd birthday. Moving forward, I hope you will continue to be our healthy and energetic maknae. Thank you. My donsaeng, Gongchanie. Bye~

Sandeul: Oh yeah~ Hello. This is Sandeul. Hehe… Do I have to speak formally to Channie? Hi Chan-ah~ Uh. Anyway. I wish you a happy 23rd birthday. While we were preparing for this album, I feel like… though I am your hyung, I was able to lean on you a lot. So I am very thankful. And… how should I say this… as time passed… how long has it been? 4, 5, 5-6 years? I saw you improve and become more mature, and hyung enjoyed seeing you do that. Since we’re improving together. Moving forward, I hope we can lean on each other and improve even more. And I hope you can become an even cooler Chanshikie… Ah I’m saying, thank you! Ah really… what else do I say? (giggles) Anyways, when hyung wanted to pursue something, if it wasn’t for your support, honestly I would have felt empty and I wouldn’t have felt like actually doing it. Mhm. I felt like that. To you I want to say ‘thank you’ the most. So thank you. And moving on, let’s work harder. Love you. Happy birthday. Gongchan’s 23rd birthday. From Sandeul.

Baro: Gongchan, hi. This is your favourite Baro hyung. Leaving a video message for you like this is really awkward and embarrassing, but coming across your 23rd birthday, I’m leaving a message for you like this. Firstly, I congratulate you. We, when you were in high school, 2nd level? 1st level? But now you’re 23, and it’s hard to believe. Time sure flies right? Reflecting that time, we’ve really embarked on many roads together. And we have more to walk together, so I hope you can continue to ‘fighting’ and follow your hyungs. You’re doing well now of course, but I know you’ll do even more in the future. And hyungs will lead you well. So let’s gain strength together and make a great B1A4. Also, if you want something, just leave me a separate text. And hyung will prepare it for you secretly. Look forward to your birthday gift! There’s no one like Baro Hyung right? Anyway, happy birthday. Uh… our donsaeng. Hyung really adores and likes you. You know the only donsaeng (in the group) I have is you right? Right. This is embarrassing. Happy birthday! And on your 24th birthday, let’s meet like this again. Bye~ Let’s do well with Sweet Girl! Fighting!

Trans: roz @ bethe1all4one
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Episode 24 of Digimon Adventure, as absolutely bizarre as it is, is a screencap goldmine, like

i’m so frickin’ done with everything

i don’t really give a shit

go away

if a mix of condescending and angst even exists I am trying my best to look it right now

uh huh yep that is very whatever you’re talking about

i had a fuck to give but then some tentacle-horror alien took my soul and now i have no fucks to give

anonymous asked:

What if the first time Chara had called Toriel "Mom" before they died was when they had said something like "Whatever, Mom" and everyone just stared at Chara?

I’m just gonna very sneakily adopt this as an official headcanon of mine

In a moment of softness, Chara had told Asriel about their own horrible human parents and how they wish they’d been born into Asriel’s family instead. Asriel immediately talked to his parents about it and they all invited Chara to be an official part of their family, they could call Toriel and Asgore mom and dad if they wanted to, and Asriel would be their brother.

Chara naturally said ‘yes’ just because, y’know, still trying very hard to fit in and play nice so the goat parents wouldn’t find out just how messed up they were just yet, but they always felt awkward about it and they ended up just never addressing either of them by name. They actually felt a little bit of guilt at making their adoptive parents love them, they were relying hard on manipulation to get everything to go according to their own plans, so they tried to avoid sealing the deal, just to pay the Dreemurrs that little bit of respect.

But then. They’re having a bad day. They can’t quite play the role of sweet innocent baby as well as they want to. Toriel senses it and she tries to talk to them about it, tries to get them to open up a little bit, but they just can’t take it, they can’t take that level of kindness and understanding and softness

“STOP BEING SO CLINGY” “Dearest, I am only trying to help you, you have seemed so down lately and I-” “UGH, WHATEVER, MOM.”

Toriel just freezes up, looking like she’s been blessed by the heavens themselves, totally not catching the sarcasm at all, all she knows is that her baby finally called her mom and it’s the best day ever

poor Chara just friggin melts, they can’t help it, she looks so happy, and even though they try to tell themself that their relationship with their new parents is built on a complete lie, they can’t help but cheer up a bit, goat mom is so happy, just look at her

I don’t know how I either missed it or just didn’t think about it

But the part where Rey gets the lightsaber over Kylo is so much bigger than the fact that she has a good handle on the Force. Like holy fuck that was Darth Vader’s lightsaber at one point on time. Does Kylo know this? I am really asking. I need someone to tell me. 

Imagine your hero in whatever field you are in. Let us all imagine that we are samurai in training. Imagine coming across your hero’s sword. Like holy yea look at it, and then some no one out of nowhere swoops in and takes it from you. Like whaaaat fuck you no one from no where. 

Originally posted by webofstarwars

This is so huge I can’t stop thinking about it. And I am probably late to the show so sorry about that. Poor Kylo though. Like ouch that has to hurt. I would love a deleted scene where someone accidentally lets it slip. Would hate to be that guy.

Originally posted by adreamemporium

Would love to hear what other people think. drop some theories in my ask box