i found it yay me


Is it true that you trained for six months for that (Smaug role)? x

I just love these two, I would kill to see them in a rom-com, in this clip they show such a lovely chemistry! 😍

Besides I’m so happy I found the clip, I was looking for it for so long! Yay me!


“I’m getting us to the beach. I fight better near water.” “Becuase Posiedon?” Meg asked, steadying herself against the door handle. “Yep,” Percy agreed. “That pretty much describes my entire life: Because Posiedon.” // THE TRIALS OF APOLLO 

And I still have the mug.

fortheluvofmerlin replied to your photo “Sometimes the sunlight hits my hair juuuust right and I am so fucking…”

-wants to hear story like we’re BFFs despite having only found out about this blog two weeks ago- -sits on seat’s edge- -big eyes- Yeeeeeesss?

So, as some of you know, husband and I long distance dated over the ocean for almost a decade before we were able to be together for keepsies. It was an…interesting, period of time. I certainly got to see more of the world than I ever thought I would, and I also learned I was capable of far more than I ever gave myself credit for. Like travelling 4000+ miles on a plane every six months despite a severe fear of flying, which I still possess to this day. But I also learned something else as well, which is that love is like tea. It can be dark and sweet, light and floral, invigorating, soothing, warm, cold, sometimes even bitter. But when you’re down and out, there’s no better feeling than the knowledge that for at least the next ten minutes, you can cradle warmth between your hands, take a sip of respite, and the rest of the world can go fuck itself. 

Other British people know what I’m talking about, trust me, love is like tea.

But Love is also a choice. Oh hormones and attraction play a part in it sure, but those won’t see you forty years down the line once the excitement of infatuation dwindles. Heck it might not even see you four. But love, to us at least, is a conscious decision to say “this is the person(s) I love, sometimes it will be hard, sometimes we will annoy each other, but for now, every day, one day at a time, I choose to be with you until such a time that I do not or cannot.”

Not terribly romantic I admit, and doesn’t quite roll off the tongue the same way as “till death do us part”. But when you’re staring down the barrel of a 14-hour flight and your valium hasn’t kicked in and the only thing playing on the tv embedded into the chair in front of you is static, it’s oddly comforting to know you still think it’s worth it. 

Anyway, I was flying over here to spend three months with him, living in his apartment. We reasoned that we should try and spend more time together than an odd week here and there if we were going to make a big decision soon about whether or not to carry on seeing each other, or whether or not we should part ways amicably and save ourselves the hassle of immigration (and they say romance is dead). So I quit my jobs, upped sticks and moved in with someone I’d only ever met ten times before, but was pretty certain I was deeply in love with but needed to be certain I could live with. It was fun, and we soon found a domestic rhythm to our lives that we hadn’t even realized we’d been desperately missing until we had it.

And then the time came for me to go home and the night before I tried to smile over the dinner table like I wasn’t being suffocated by the weight of a tangible grief and impending loneliness pressing in around me, and the rising sensation in the tips of my fingers that if only I could reach out and push back hard enough, I could slow down time and have one more minute with him.

Later that night I went to bed with my laptop and watched movies while he sat up, scribbling at his computer desk. I didn’t pay it much heed, this was fairly normal for our routine. As much as we like each other’s company, we are fairly independent of each other. We had to be, given the nature of our relationship. And secretly I was glad to have some time alone to cry and collect myself before he came to bed.

The next morning I woke up, and for a brief moment was so happy to find him beside me, before I remembered I was due to get on a flight in six hours, and it could be another year before I saw him again. 

But I got up, tried to hold myself together and because I wanted to email my friend who was picking me up at the airport, reached for my laptop. Which was when I found, this:

[A flashcard covered in hearts and a little sun which reads:
Morning My Dear Let Us Play a Game (Which May Seem Queerer) Find Me In The Spot Where Your Face Is Clearer, Walking Down Our Only Hall Will Get You Nearer, Helo oh Help I seem To Be Stuck in the…]

“Mirror doesn’t rhyme with nearer!” I shouted as he ran into the kitchen, happily picking up my little card because I secretly loved the little poems he would leave around the apartment for me, scribbled on scraps of paper, in the fog of bathroom mirrors and wedged between books.

“It does if you’re American.” was all I got in return, before the kitchen door shut and I went off in pursuit of the rest of my poem. So I grabbed my phone so I could take pictures and post them on LJ later because I thought it would be cute and worth keeping, toddled off to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and:


[A flashcard covered in balloons which reads:
Hidden Under the Letter Horde, Here You Have Fought Many With Bow and Sword, Word, Work and Play This Place Adores, Goodness I will be Found Under the…]

For a brief horrible moment I thought he actually meant the never ending mail pile on his side of the office, which had become a common point of contention for us, but then the rhyme clicked in place and I realized he was referring to my Lord of the Rings archer character and I ambled off to the computer desk in the main room.

Snapped a pic for posterity and lifted it up to find:

[A flashcard covered in little flames which reads: It Is So Dark And Hot In This Cove, Here I Can Only Wish For A Sight of A Cookie Grove, Find Me Quick so I Can Flee Like An Animal Drove, It Is So Dark and Hot In This Evil…]

“Honey…oven doesn’t rhyme with drove!”


“…yea okay get out my way”

[A flashcard which reads: Crap! I have Moved, What A Disgrace, Now I seem To Be In A Vast Knowledge Base, Words Upon Words Which None Can Be Erased, Come Quick I Am Hiding In The Top Shelf of The…]

At this point I was starting to become aware that this was not my typical poem hunt, and not just because there was so many of them, but because he was adamantly staying out of my way, barricaded in the kitchen. Nevertheless I turned to the book case,

said “FUCK” because all those shelves were double stacked, and began digging. And there, hidden in a copy of Terry Pratchett’s Feet of Clay on the page that reads “Words In The Heart, Cannot Be Taken” was…

[A flashcard with no decorations that reads: Yay! You Have Found Me, I Shall Cry WHOOPEE! I Knew You Would Do It All You Needed Was Tea, And Now I Must Say I  Love You More Than I Could Ever Foresee, Fiona my love, will you marry…]

And that’s when I turned round and he proposed with a mug of tea.

We were apart for another year after that. But it’s now been eleven years since we started dating, and with the clarity of hindsight, I’d do it all again.


Hey guys! I will be roaming the Seattle convention center for the next few days for Sakura-con :D I don’t have a table but I made some holographic mini prints to give away if anyone found me. Yay free stuff! ^-^ They look like this:

One is Gaster, the other two are of Asriel and sans. All three are very sparkly!
If you want to find me you can look for my (also sparkly) backpack with my favorite cool dude!
It looks like this:

mnstrcndy is the name on my badge and I’ll wear some of my UT gear too.

Hope to see you! :3

Literally just found my art style. YAY, i guess, yes its me, the excitable anon


For those who don’t know, Excitable Anon is a recurring anon from my art blog who constantly asks and are so much fun to talk to (through asks).

-Mod Mama

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

anonymous asked:

So I recently came out to my friend that I'm Ace and she called me a freak. And told me I should be grateful that I was a woman who could have children and that I should think of other people. Like uh what? So I'm now pissed off and friendless :( But I found this blog so yay me

Hello anon!

I’m so sorry that happened to you; your ex-friend really sounds like an asshole. You are NOT a freak and you are NOT obligated to have children. It’s your body, your life and your choice. You do not owe anybody children or grand-children. In the end, your former friend’s statement comes down to “women are birth machines”/”the only purpose of women is to have children” and that is damaging, misogynistic crap, which leads to even more horrible, misogynistic attitudes towards women. I’m not going to go into detail here because this is a positivity blog, but you can read more about it in this post: https://we-are-not-amoosed.tumblr.com/post/157411669492/final-sarcastination-mehofkirkwall

You’re also not alone. I’m also ace and I don’t want children, and if I had a dollar for every time somebody told me I’d eventually “change my mind” about wanting children, I’d probably have enough money to pay my study fees in full.

But of course being ace doesn’t automatically mean “does not want children” (just like it doesn’t mean “hates sex”). So your former friend also equated “not feeling sexual attraction” with “not wanting kids”- which doesn’t make any sense.

Anyhow, I’m glad this blog provides you with a source of happiness during this difficult time. It’s always nice to hear that it’s helping people!

[Pardon my language in this post, but this topic always makes me angry]


Request: Family day at the beach with Shawn and your child and him commenting on how hot you look : )

 a/n: im so sorry it took me a little while to write this!! But here ya go ! I hope you enjoy : )

Your name: submit What is this?

Visiting your family in southern California was always a blast.  Since marrying Shawn, you moved up to Canada with him, so you didn’t get to visit home as often as you wished you could.  But you loved Toronto, and you loved Shawn, so moving away from your childhood area wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be.

           You still weren’t used to the winters up north though. Even when the temperatures dropped below 60 degrees Fahrenheit, you were bundled up in a sweater and a jacket, while Shawn and your son would be out in short sleeves complementing the nice weather.

            So visiting home was always nice because you were used to the weather.  The weather was always nice there in the summer, so it was perfect that you went to visit your parents Fourth of July weekend.  Every year your neighborhood held a beach party that lasted all day and night. It was something you looked forward to every year when you were a kid.  And since moving up to Canada, you always tried to schedule your visits around that time.  Most of the times it worked, but you weren’t able to make it the last two years.

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NEW STUDY BLR!!! c8h10n4o2 (Chemical formula for Caffeine) addict!!

Hello everyone!! My name is Dea (Day-uh) and after obsessing over all of the awesome studyblrs I found, I decided to create my own! yay!!

About me:

  • 17, she/her
  • ENFJ, Slytherin/Ravenclaw, Libra
  • My first language is English, but I’m learning French and Chinese
  • I love meeting new people and I’m very friendly
  • I am very curious and love to try new things


  • books, I’ll read just about anything that peaks my interest lol
    • All time favorites are The Great Gatsby, the Harry Potter series, and the A Song of Ice and Fire series (game of thrones)
    • also, I LOVE suggestions so if you have some books you’ve been loving hmu
  • Tv/Movies
    • favorites are HBO’s Game of Thrones, Deadpool (2016), and the Harry Potter movies
  • My favorite subjects are Biology, humanities, and digital art
    • although Economics is proving to be weirdly interesting too :)
  • Fall/ Autumn (the season)
    • I love everything about it and I literally wait for it all year just because it’s so wonderful!

Also, I’ll be tracking #deastudies so send me anything and everything!!!

Some studyblrs that I absolutely LOVE and have inspired me to start my own: (lol so manyyy hahaha)

@emmastudies, @lou-does-things, @acdemic@caffestudy, @study-at-the-disco, @determinationandcaffeine, @peachrosestudies, @riseandstudy, @gameofstudies@natastudies, @intellectys@rhubarbstudies, @getshitdonetbh, @academla, @academiix, @aescademic, @bookmrk, @bluelahe, @birdkostudies, @calmingstudies, @damastudies, @dedaycation, @eintsein, @einstetic, @etudiaire, @educatier, @focusign, @freesiastudies, @fiona-studies, @gradespiration, @gatostudies, @girasolstudies, @growstudies, @hayley-studies, @hardworkign, @halseystudy, @hufflepuffsstudies, @hufflepuffwannabe, @isabella-study, @izzystudies, @ihopeikeepthisup, @idcstudies, @jiyeonstudies, @jhonstudies, @juliasacads, @kikkistudies, @kankenstudies, @khloestudies, @kuroristudies, @knjnotes, @lycheestudy, @legallychic@smallstudyblrsunite, @smallstudyblring, @scholarc, @thecoffeedesk, @tbhstudying, @the-girlygeek, @thepinkstudyblr, @toomanysubjectstudyblr, @universi-tea, @urbanestudies, @unicaffe, @unscholar, @wendystudies, @winstudys, @waystostudy, @whitepaperairplane, @xiao-studies, @yume-studies, @ysa-crams, @mlykstudy @cllalagram

EZRA: I guess I could move this stuff into my storage unit
ARIA: No, because if it’s registered in your name they’re just gonna search that too