i don't know what i've been doing

i know i joke a lot about how neil josten makes me want to get into running but, honestly, it’s actually a really good motivatior? like i have the shittiest self-motivation but just thinking “there’s no way in hell neil josten would give up yet” or “neil josten clocks a four minute mile, i can at least keep running for a mile” or “kevin day would never allow me to slack like this” or “kevin day would have mopped the floor with my face by now” (i can’t actually handle people shouting at me whatsoever but somehow imagining kevin yelling at me is fine) or even thinking “andrew minyard is more ice cream than human at this point and he’s still fine as hell” when i eat badly one day (or just imagining his super unimpressed look when i’m beating myself up over something stupid and him boredly saying i should get my shit together), it's all so motivating for some reason. i don’t know man

I’m like stressed the fuck out guys. My school sent a bill saying I owed like 200$ and it’s for my meal plan?? That they apparently didn’t charge me till the 9th?? And yet in a past bill it says I paid it? So I don’t know what to do hhhh I’m panicking….

story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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The idea was too good, so I thought why not visualising it?


ginny baker + quotes (1/?) 


ladies and gentleman, jaehee ‘i’m not gay’ kang

I can’t stop thinking about what must have happened in the fight between Hanzo and Genji. More specifically, I can’t stop thinking about how obscenely, totally one-sided it must have been.

Like, we know that Genji was at the brink of death afterwards and Hanzo walked away, but it’s more than that. 

Genji’s body was absolutely destroyed. His limbs are all prosthetic. His face is covered in scars. He mentions how he can no longer eat regular food in one of his voice lines. We only see his eyes when he removes his mask in the Dragons short, but even with the mask removed, there’s still metal visible on much of the lower half of his face, which might imply that he needed portions of his skull/jaw replaced as well. 

And then there’s Hanzo–who doesn’t have so much as a single visible scar. And if he does have scars, they’re certainly not anywhere on his body where you’d expect to see them if someone had tried to kill you, like his head, neck, and chest. I’m also working under the assumption that he doesn’t have prosthetic legs and just wears futuristic boots, based on the fact that his pants are tucked into them, they go over his knee but possess a normal, organic joint at the back, and his ‘ick’ reaction to finding out that so much of Genji’s body is now robotic. 

Like, Hanzo walked away from their fight completely unscathed, but Genji was mutilated. Mutilated, but not killed–which probably means Hanzo wasn’t just carrying it out like a normal assassination, quick and to the point. He was angry. It wasn’t enough just to kill himhe wanted to make Genji suffer for what (in Hanzo’s mind) he was making him do. He might have even deliberately made it so Genji’s death would be long and drawn out–something which ultimately allowed time to save him.

And Genji, in turn, barely fought back. In fact, he probably only made attempts to defend himself. The chipped sword is likely a direct result of that, since swords are not generally designed to block one another and are meant to simply cut through flesh. The aim is to kill your opponent fast, or at least hurt them enough to incapacitate them. As a trained assassin, Genji would have known that as well as anyone. But if you can’t (or won’t) do that, and you’re not fast enough to outright avoid a hit (Hanzo was a better swordsman, after all), then you block–and that’s what Genji did. He didn’t want to die–but more than that, he didn’t want to kill Hanzo. Didn’t want to hurt him at all. Was more content to let himself get chopped practically to pieces than to raise his sword against his brother.

That’s probably what motivated Hanzo’s guilt, as much as anything. If he’d given his brother an easy death–made it an honorable kill–he probably would have returned to his life as the heir feeling saddened but justified. But he fought Genji with the intent to crush him, to stomp him out like a cigarette butt, and Genji hardly did anything to stop it. He simply could not bring himself to fight back with everything he was capable of–not when he loved Hanzo so much. It’s no wonder Hanzo could barely live with himself afterwards. He had done such a monstrous, unforgivable thing to the only family he had left after the death of their father. And why? For what? 

So, realizing what the Shimada Clan was doing to him–what he would turn into if he stayed with them–he left. But, I’m sure he knows as well as any that that doesn’t quite erase what he did. Which may be part of why he reacts so angrily towards Genji when they reunite. 

Genji’s been alive all this time, and yet he never came for Hanzo. He could have settled the score, but instead he went after the Shimada clan itself, the ones who put him and his brother at odds to begin with, who made it so they had to fight. And there’s Hanzo, realizing all this and being so upset about it. Because after everything Hanzo has done to atone on his own, it’s Genji once again who forgives him. It’s Genji once again who loves him more–would probably have loved him just the same even if he hadn’t spent the last 10 years trying to make things right. And that must have been so frustrating for Hanzo to know that he’d abandoned everything, done so much to make things up to someone who never, ever even blamed him. All this time, he’s been carrying a burden which he inflicted upon himself. And once again, he has to ask himself, why? For what?

But by the end of Dragons, when he lays down his bow and returns to pray at the little shrine he’s made, he finally figures it out: for Genji.

  • The most common phrase heard in the band room: "God I hate band so much. I'm gonna quit"
  • The least carried out phrase heard in the band room: "God I hate band so much. I'm gonna quit"

can I just say everyone who takes the time to talk to me, comment on my art and just be super swell are like - really cool folks? honestly you are all wonderful. Thank you for being so lovely to me

Peter sips his wine, having found a quiet corner to observe. Quiet might be the wrong word, the music is bleeding through the walls, loud and thumping. He’s not even in the same room as the speakers but he can feel them, the bass thrumming through his bones. It’s a wonder these children won’t go deaf before they’re twenty.

In his quiet corner, he watches the teens converse and dance and wonders what he’s doing here. He imagines Derek is in a similar corner, looming apologetically and scaring those nearby. Logically, Peter knows that he’s here because Stiles wanted pack at his eighteenth birthday party. The real question is why Peter actually came.

He drifts from the reception room, heading for the garden. It’s quieter out here, the night taking on an unusual chill that has driven most indoors. He leaves his empty wine glass on the metal garden table. The night air smells like honeysuckle and has a frozen sharpness about it. 

He hears the clink of a beer bottle being placed on concrete. Smells burnt sugar and sea salt. Follows the scent to the darkest corner of the garden, already knowing who he might find hiding amongst the roses. Stiles is lying on the edge of the grass, staring up at the night sky. Liquid amber eyes glimmer in the fairy lights that are strung above him. 

“What’s the birthday boy doing out here all alone?” Peter asks, leaning over so that Stiles has no choice but to look at him. Stiles wets his bottom lip. 


“About what?”

“Everything. Nothing.”

Peter flicks Stiles on the nose. Affectionately. Stiles wrinkles his nose in protest, sitting up slowly. Peter sits down on the grass beside him, watching the way Stiles stares down at his hands, nimble fingers trailing along the blades.

“You know,” Stiles says, eyes flicking up to look at Peter, “I didn’t think I’d make it to eighteen. I thought I was going to die several times over, figured a hunter would put a bullet in me or the monster of the week would rip me apart. Now I’m old enough to vote.” 

Stiles rips a few blades of grass out of the ground, lets them flutter down. 

“I imagine if you had died then you would have been brought back,” Peter says. It’s meant to be flippant. An throwaway comment on the supernatural proclivities of Beacon Hills. 

It’s not. 

Stiles smiles. It’s small, genuine, like the early morning sun peaking through the curtains. To Peter, there is nothing about Stiles that isn’t radiant. 

“I would be brought back hmm.”

Peter smirks, tempted not to give Stiles that satisfaction. He could simply stand up, walk away and leaving Stiles wanting. It is such a tempting thought. Peter is good at waiting, has perfect patience and knows the value of delayed gratification. 

Alternatively, there is nothing to stop him simply taking. 

The first press of lips is chaste and sweet. Designed to be gentle, prove that he can be. 

The next is hungry.



Peter tears at Stiles shirt, desperate to get to the skin beneath. Stiles lets him, nails raking down Peter’s back. Peter tastes arousal, sweet on his tongue; presses his face into Stiles neck and sucks a mark so dark that no one will mistake it for a claim of ownership. 

They rest their foreheads together, breathing into each others mouths, lips close enough to touch but not quite. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Stiles murmurs. Peter couldn’t agree more.


I love it when y'all snitch and let me know that certain people are still spending this much time and effort talking about me 😂😂😂

Also, comparing a POC and LGBT woman to a fascist, racist, sexual assaulting bigot sure looks good on you. I’m sure you’re a great human.

u know what’s wild? white people own slaves for hundreds of years, colonise half the planet and slaughter the native people of the countries they go into, have groups of people whose only purpose is to hunt and hurt and kill people of colour, are and always have been the biggest threat to global peace, but they don’t all get generalised as racist, as violent, as hate filled. And it’s completely inconceivable to them that they’d be judged for the actions of others that look like them or share a faith with them.
Islamic extremist groups, a very small proportion of the Muslim community do some horrific things, and every brown person on the planet, is generalised as a potential threat or ISIS sympathiser by white people.