i got really really emotional making this

i’m the kind of person that texts you when something made me laugh or made me feel really excited, sometimes i even text you to show you something that made me feel bad, sad, angry… but most people text back simple things like “aw :(” and although that frustrates me i can’t help but text you almost every time something like that happens, SO i’d love for people to do the same with me more often because i Love to hear about what make others happy, sad, angry, especially what makes you feel excited!! even if you got excited because you saw a puppy or because you read something about your favorite character, i just really honestly love to hear about what makes other people go “[here’s where the storm of emotions is located]”, plus i feel really honored when people actually do that with me, when they without saying hello just go and start talking about something that made them feel such things, it’s just lovely because it means they’re comfortable with you, they feel comfortable sharing those things with you, just like that, no small talks just straight to the point, i love it

michiefen  asked:

So I've never really read much romance (aside from super cheesy teen romance on wattpad) and I'm really wanting to read something totally heartwrenching that'll make me bawl my eyes out, do you have a recommendation?

DARLING I HAVE SO MANY RECOMMENDATIONS YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!!!

Ok SO! You’re wanting heartwrenching cry-real-tears emotional romance. I GOT YOU, HON! Anything linked will be to either Goodreads or my video review.

My first suggestion is The Maddness of Lord Ian MacKenzie by Jennifer Ashley. Widower heroine, Asperger’s hero, historical setting with TONS of emotions and heartfelt super, duper feels.

Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon. This is a paranormal series with a charadcter who’s popped in and out of many books. You don’t have to read the books in order BUT you might want to just because you’ll be more emotionally invested in his story. But trigger warning: rape, sexual assault, and violence. Hero is a cursed god who meets a spunky, sassy archaeologist and they gotta save the world.

Lover Awkward by JR Ward. Another paranormal series with a blood slave vampire who has tons of rage and heart ouchies that falls for an aristocrat that he can’t have. MUCH TEARS! MUCH FEELS!

Yours Until Dawn by Teresa Medeiros. OMG SO MUCH CRY GOODNESS! Blinded & battle scarred hero lives a hermit life wherein our heroine nurse comes to caretake his butt AND DUUUUUDE THERE IS SO MUCH THAT HAPPENS I CAN’T RUIN IT JUST READ IT AHHHH!

Seduce Me At Sunrise by Lisa Kleypas. Romani hero has crushed on the prim & proper daughter of the family who rescued him for YEARS but denies his feels cause he shouldn’t/couldn’t/wouldn’t pursue her. Heroine gets a suitor, and his hardened heart HAS WANTS! Sooooo much emotional feels and potential tears here!

Hate To Want You by Alisha Rai Japanese American heroine and Greek American hero got torn apart by a family feud but bang one a year to cope. She moves back to town AND HERO HAS TO PURSUE BECAUSE HERO HAS HERO FEELS! So much emotional drama here that’s gonna do stuff to your heart!

I realize these are only paranormal and historical with only 1 contemporary, but I’m coming up blank. This is only 6 to get you started, but I’m sure we can find you more if you’d like. Just ask! If anyone has any other recommendations for heart wrenching romances that might bring on the tears, PLEASE REBLOG WITH SUGGESTIONS!

iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

PLEASE TELL THE CHILDREN THE STORY OF MS. STUBELS

Grace fuck, why would you invoke her name like that???

Okay, fine, gather round children, buckle up because we’re going on a bumpy ride back to everyone’s collective least favorite place: 7th grade.

Some background: I went to a very small Catholic school. One class per grade (we were the largest with 19 kids), everyone knew each other whether they wanted to or not. Despite basically every teacher and faculty members insistence that we were The Best And Most Special Class In The School and that everyone loved having us, the longstanding 7th grade teacher Mrs. O’Hara decided to retire in the summer of 2008, meaning the school had to find us a new teacher for the upcoming year. This would be like, the first new teacher in the school in a while, and as she was getting the ‘best class’, it was viewed as a Big Deal. Somewhere in like July or August we got a letter announcing Mrs. Stubel, and it came with a list of books to pick for the summer reading, and that was basically all the information we had.

So…the first day of class. She seems nice enough. Very…ditsy, I guess? It was very easy for her to get herself off topic while talking. She constantly paced around the room, never staying in one spot for longer than a second, complaining she has restless leg syndrome. Which like, I’m sure she did, but she was in the middle of introducing herself and then went on a 20 minute tangent about restless leg syndrome without anyone prompting her. It was almost like you could see her scattered thoughts flying around her head.

So anyone, she eventually gives somewhat of an introduction- she had only taught in public schools before, and kept worrying she ‘didn’t know’ how to teach in a Catholic school despite the entire class insisting literally nothing was different, you just teach the curriculum, twice a week we have religion class with Sister Mary King, that’s literally it (she still talked over us in worry), she told us about her kids, she told us about her obsession with Emily Dickinson, stuff like that.

And then she hands us this worksheet.

She’s like, “Oh, these are just some basic questions for you to answer! Just so I can get to know you guys better!” like in lieu of an icebreaker game, which is fine, but…the questions. The questions were all “What is your most haunting fear?”, “What is your deepest regret?”, “Have you ever experienced the pain of loss?”, “What was your worst injury?”, “What was your worst nightmare?”, all questions like that, and then on the back she wanted us to draw a gravestone and write out what we wanted our epitaph to be.

We were twelve year olds, mind you.

Oh my God and one girl missed the first day because of her grandmother’s funeral, so when she came the next day and saw what the teacher was insisting she do for homework, she almost had a panic attack? And the lady still made her do it? Literally who wants to think about death anymore at a time like that omfg.

Okay, so then we get to the summer reading book reports, right? Now, she had given a list of maybe, 20 books that you could pick from, read it, and then present an oral report on it. You had to have notecards and you had to be able to answer questions from the class at the end. All in all, I’ve had worse projects.

So, on this list, she apparently put Madeleine L’Engle’s entire book series on the list…only she did not make it known that this was a series and not multiple stand alone books, so when reports started up it caused mass-panic of kids trying to put together plot points and make connections on what the hell they had read.

I was the only kid in the class who had chosen to read “A Wrinkle In Time”, and that has since lead to a series of events that…really actually scares me, I’m still incredibly freaked out, I’m not going to get into it right now because it’ll take away from the current story, but just know that I’m not above wondering if it only happened because I read the book for Stubel.

Anyway, so like, I got through the report okay. The class asking questions about it was fine, but the teacher kept asking questions that didn’t make sense, like, at all. My friend Angie has always had super neat handwriting and Mrs. Stubel got like, obsessed with her notecards and asked if she could borrow them for something. When we got our grades back a few weeks later, Angie had points taken off for not having notecards.

And then her teaching just…didn’t happen. She’d never stay on a topic, she’d always get herself distracted! We were not learning anything. And like, this wasn’t a class of advanced smart kids that loved to learn. By all accounts we should’ve been thrilled. But it got out of hand. It got to points where we had to start teaching lessons to ourselves, asking teacher from other grades for help, always coming home in tears, complaining constantly to our parents and the principal because this woman wasn’t teaching us anything. There were two kids who asked her multiple times for extra help, and she told them each time to ‘talk to me after school’, but then she’d leave immediately after school so they wouldn’t be able to talk to her. They finally brought up the issue in the middle of class and she had a breakdown, yelling about how nobody ever thinks that maybe the teacher has a lot of work to do, and maybe she’s entitled to taking off early, but when we tried to argue she shouldn’t schedule meetings and then break them off in the name of relaxation, she stormed out of the room and tried to get the principal to give us detention. (Which, like, our school didn’t even do, and she was the only one in the wrong during this situation) We are still in September at this point, and already at least ten kids have parents considering transferring them to another school. (And remember, there was only 19 of us, and most of the class had been together since preschool, so that was a big deal).

Then, she starts coming in with all the weird bruises. All the Moms™ immediately started gossiping that her husband had to be beating her, and that’s why she was so screwy in the head. But the way she talked about her husband made it seem like he *might* be dead, and we actually did witness her fall and smack her head into a doorknob once, so no one really knew what to believe. (Also, I’m not trying to imply that abuse would make someone crazy or ‘damaged’ or anything, this is just what was being said. I think they were trying to turn her into a more sympathetic character, because if you feel sorry for her you don’t have to hate her for frustrating your kids so much, and Hate Is A Bad Emotion.)

Also…this woman and Emily Dickinson.

She talked about Emily Dickinson every chance she could get. None of us knew who Emily Dickinson really was before she got there and you could see in her mind it was a capitol offense. She found out the curriculum didn’t have room to cover her (because like, we had a text book), and was way too upset about it. She started reading her poems whenever she found the time (usually somewhere in history class), and always gave us very detailed accounts about her dressing up as Emily and reading her poetry at the library.

Now, two things to note here:

  1. The library did not hire her to do this. She would literally just get in the mood, put on an Emily Dickinson costume that she made by herself, drive to different libraries, and just read poetry out loud to everyone there until someone eventually asked her to leave.
  2. The way she described these events…her tone, the look on her face, her posture…you could just tell that she was getting some sort of sexual gratification out of this? Like dressing up as Emily Dickinson in public and reading her sad poems is really what got this lady’s jollies rocking? Got her all hot and bothered? Which is…a lot, but why would you tell a bunch of seventh graders about it holy shit. What about that sounds like a good idea! What about that turns you back on!

So anyway, we learned a lot about Emily Dickinson against our will.

One of the Davids™ was reading a book for pleasure- which shouldn’t have been a shocker, a lot of kids always had books on them, but Stubel got really interested and asked if she could borrow it from him. He was like ‘sure, after I finish it?’ but she took it that day. He asked her for it back for like five weeks straight.

And…the strudels.

Okay, so the school was trying some dorky thing to promote ~togetherness~ or some virtue or something, I don’t remember the specifics of why, but each class had to make a huge themed poster and hang it on the wall outside the classroom. Which was like, whatever, not the most thrilling project but at least it allowed us to be productive vs just sitting there as the teacher runs about the room rambling about her family vacation from four years ago. Mrs. Stubel decided we needed a quirky nickname and after like three days of deliberation we were christened “Stubel’s Special Strudels”!

(points for alliteration or whatever, but no one actually voted for that and what exactly do strudels have to do with Catholicism? It became a big running joke amongst the kids)

Also, in case you were wondering, she didn’t explain the assignment correctly to us- so every other class had like these beautiful, artistic, well-themed and put together posters, while ours was just…literally a bunch of shit thrown together on paper. Nothing fit with each other, it was literally embarrassing to look at.

But then…she wouldn’t drop the strudel thing. Like she kept bringing it up. She got really into strudels and would just tell us random shit about them. Finally, someone jokes that we should get strudels one day for a party (like instead of a pizza party), and she’s Freaking Out and On Board. She really wants to buy us strudels and have a breakfast party now. She talked about it for like two days straight.

So like… you know in school when you would have a pizza party, usually the teacher would buy it? That’s how they always happened in my experience (not counting the last day of 10th grade when some kid had pizza delivered to the school for lunch but it didn’t get there until math class lol). But especially in grade school? Like if it wasn’t a PTA made party that’s super organized, the school would buy the food, right? Right?

Yeah, so she was like, if this is happening you guys need to give me the money. Just give me the money and then I’ll pick them up on my way to work!! And after some arguing some kids are on board. Strudels should only cost a couple dollars right?

And she’s like, oh no, I’m gonna get them from this high end bakery near my house so it’ll be special, but they’re not cheap and it’ll be a big order! I’m gonna need like fifteen dollars from each of you!

And at this point I’m just like…lady. Come on. 

But she keeps insisting. She’s not gonna go until every student in class pays up.

And I’m like…I’m poor. I don’t even like strudel.  And some of the less-naïve kids are siding with me.

And then she pulls that “you guys are just spoiling all the fun for your classmates” shit, like the naïve kids who already paid up, so it gets to the point where we just gotta cave and give her the money.

(I ended up stealing it out of my Crazy Bitch Aunt’s wallet so it’s whatever, I guess.)

And then of course, shockingly enough, every morning she was met with “where are the strudels?” and every morning she went wide eyed, slapped her forehead and yelled in embarrassed horror “I totally forgot! Tomorrow, guys, I promise!”

Honestly, with how scatterbrained and confused she always was…like to this day I can’t tell you with 100% certainty whether she hustled us or was just actually forgetting about the damn pastries, I choose to lean towards the hustled us side because that’s just the type of people I’m used to, but if I found out it was innocent forgetfulness I wouldn’t exactly be surprised.

She couldn’t handle more than one person talking at a time. Like, we’d have break periods, or group work, or something and all the talking made her go wide-eyed and batty. She’d look overworked and anxious and would be darting around the room trying to do work or something but she couldn’t focus and she’d yell at anyone who tried to talk to her directly. I remember one time she was using this boys desk for something so he asked “where am I supposed to sit?” and she snapped “Sit on the ceiling for all I care!”. And this kid was the Class Clown™ , so he immediately grabbed a chair in one hand and started climbing the bookcase to try and reach the ceiling. She’s standing right next to this and doesn’t even notice. He got all four chair legs planted on the ceiling and was trying to somehow maneuver his way into the chair (I really don’t know what the plan was exactly- he was really tall and it was a small building, so I think he probably had the idea that if he can get his body upside down and in the chair, and stretch out his arms like a hand-stand to hold onto bookcase, he could arguably sit on the ceiling.) but he slipped. Crashed into my desk and the two desks next to me, knocked over the book case, broke the chair in half and hit the desks with enough force to knock them down lower. It was hilarious. Everyone was loosing their shit cracking up (he was fine) and it still took Stubel like five minutes to notice his lying out across the desks right in front of her eyes. She was pissed but how did she miss any of it in the first place? She was barely being helpful in whatever it was she was trying to do.

This was the year the Phillies were going to the World Series, and all the grades were having a Phillies Rally in the cafeteria so a news crew was coming to the school and each class was supposed to come up with fun little cheers for them to broadcast. Multiple cheer ideas were presented to her and she vetoed all of them, someone even suggested just singing the damn eagles theme song with replaced words and calling it a day but she vetoed that too, she was very adamant that she could come up with a cheer all by herself and it’ll be the best one (whoever had the best cheer was winning like an ice cream day or something idk). And then like…literally five minutes before the rally she just hands us signs with the letters and was like ‘we’re just gonna spell out Phillies it will be cute won’t it my strudels???’. We were the weakest class there, predictably. I think we lost to the kindergarteners. There might still be a video online of me yelling “ i “ passionately at the top of my lungs. It was online bc our cheer was so bland the news crew cut it out of the broadcast.

I literally can’t say enough about how she never taught us anything. She’d be going on some tangent about how she doesn’t understand the science behind skiing, and I’d be like “Okay yes but please can you just tell me where Romania is on a map???” And she’d start fights whenever someone actually wanted to learn. It was so easy to get her angry but so hard for her to stay on topic. Kids started teaching the class themselves! Like seriously, she’d be rambling and one of us would just go up to the podium, open the teacher’s guide textbook and just start reading out loud and talking over her. By the time she noticed we’d be halfway through a lesson. And we understood it better than when she tried! You know something’s wrong when pre-teens are more qualified for a job than an adult who supposedly went to school for this.

We were in the church having run-throughs for our upcoming Confirmation and she almost set the church on fire…fifteen different times. In less than half an hour. How hard is it to hold a candle?

Okay, and here’s when stuff starts kicking up. It was October 28th, a Tuesday, and it was our last day of school that week because they were having parent-teacher conferences the rest of the week. So we were just hanging out, watching movies in class and reading (lord knows we weren’t learning), and Stubel calls me over to her desk.

So like, she had given everyone little bags with candy for Halloween, but I get up there and she hands me an extra one. And she’s like “Molly I know your birthday is tomorrow and I bought you a present but I left it on my coffee table this morning by accident! So just have the candy for now!”

And I’m like….”Ma’am I’m like, the sixth birthday this year. You didn’t give anyone else presents?”

And she goes “Oh, I know but this is a special secret surprise. I just know you’re gonna love it! Do you wanna stop by my house later this week to pick it up or should I just give it to you Monday after school?”

And like…In writing this sounds like a non-threatening exchange, and like, it was, but I felt so uncomfortable holy shit. I’m looking over my shoulder and shooting my friends SOS signals. Something about this felt so weird in my gut omfg. I told her thanks and I’d just see her Monday.

So we flash forward to Wednesday- my 13th birthday, the day the Phillies won the world series, and also the day my mother innocently strolled into the school for her meeting only to be met with screaming, the sound of heavy destruction, and the school secretary Mrs. Daily running at her in a panic, waving her arms and yelling “YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED YOUR MEETING IS CANCELLED GET IN MY OFFICE NOW!”

So my poor mother, who thought she could handle this whole meeting in a few minutes and barely be an hour late for work, is now barricaded in the front office with the school secretary, as the noises from down the hall get louder and louder. The woman explains that they had gotten so many complaints about Mrs. Stubel that this morning, when she got to the school, the principal Sister Patricia called her in and said “Listen, we need you to be professional and still have the parent conferences, but we have to let you go. We just don’t think you fit in well here, and the kids need to come first and feel comfortable in their school.” and like, I’m paraphrasing because I wasn’t there, but we all know she was very polite and professional about it.

Mrs. Stubel, however…was not.

She flipped her chair and stormed out of the office, and locks herself in the seventh grade classroom. She started wrecking the shit out of that place, screaming obscenities and the top of her lungs, they had to call the cops on her! She was locked in there for almost an hour! And let me just give you a nice little list of everything she did in that classroom:

  • Smashed three windows.
  • Threw everything off her desk and carved swear words all over it.
  • Got cleaning fluid that she knew would damage the chalk boards, smeared it all over.
  • Cracked the chalk boards by repeatedly smashing chairs against them.
  • Wrote swear words all over the walls and on desks
  • Went into students desks, ripped up their books.
  • Stole my glasses. (which were in my desk bc I only used them in class at the time)
  • Threw some desks around.
  • Carved swear words into the boards. (there was so much carving I’m assuming she just had a knife on her person, which has to lead to the question, did she have a knife on her while she was in class with us?)
  • Physically ripped the hooks to hang backpacks on out of the wall.
  • Knocked the closet door off it’s hinges.
  • Ripped up all the books in the bookcases and threw their pages all around the room.
  • Wrote lewd phrases inside student’s desks.
  • Broke multiple chairs.
  • Used her podium as a battering ram against the wall that’s in front of where the backpacks go. (the wall won but Damage Was Inflicted)
  • Set a fire in the trash can.
  • When the principal and other teachers started trying to get in, she tossed her rolling chair at the door to scare them off.
  • She was screaming curse words at the top of her lungs the entire time, and cursing the school and the kids and the principal and the church in general, and the school building was small, so all the parents and the smaller children that had to come to the meetings (who were locked in their respective classrooms in fear) heard everything.
  • So much more? But it’s 4:30 in this morning and this list is already long.

So my mom is in the front office and deadass the

entire police force

shows up, running down the hallway to the classroom yelling at her to stop, and it takes a while for them to get her out holy shit. They knocked down the door and she tried to escape out of one of the broken windows! But they got her and dragged her out.

So of course, in such a small school with very involved parents this shit spread like wildfire. The entire town knew within the day. The poor principal called the newly retired old-seventh grade teacher and was like “So we…need some help” and the lady was like “I already heard I’ll be there Monday” omfg. I remember I got a text from one of my classmates saying “if your birthday wish was for us to be set free from the beast I love you” omfg.

So, we eventually go back to school on Monday and everyone’s buzzing. The principal has us go to the cafeteria and she ‘delicately’ explains the situation, and that the old teacher is coming out of retirement for us, the school has a restraining order against Mrs. Stubel now and that she’s sorry we had to deal with this mess. Our classroom had to go under some heavy reconstruction before we could be let back in there, so for like two weeks we alternated between the cafeteria and the preschooler’s classroom, we had no books or anything, just provided loose-leaf paper and pens. It was like, surreal, but everyone was just so happy to be rid of her and to be in the presence of a competent teacher omfg. We eventually were able to get back into our usual classroom.

  1. It took a while for things to go completely back to normal, though. After the big spectacle she made, for weeks after she was fired we were all very scared of the possibility of Mrs. Stubel returning to the school with a gun in hand. It was always a topic we whispered about at lunch with wide eyes and shivers. Like…genuine nightmare scenario.
  2. About two weeks after she was fired, a boy in the back of the classroom gasped loudly during SSR, and when we all looked at him, he whispered in anger “She never gave us our freakin’ strudels!”
  3. About three months after she was fired, we were lined up at the door to go to Library when a few of us looked through the windows and saw something darting through the trees. It was fast and we couldn’t make anything out, so we let it drop. When the class and teacher returned half and hour later, the book she had borrowed months before from one of the boys was sitting on his desk. It was just laying there, the room was silent, nothing had been disturbed…but I have never seen a book look so threatening. People were freaking out. Someone kept insisting that she turned the book into a bomb. No one figure out how she got in the school, and no one could figure out how she got it on the right desk, as we had switched the seating arrangement since she had last been there.  
  4. A full six months after she had left, it was nearing the end of the school year and our class was dicking around during our last computer class. Someone found a website (that we weren’t allowed to be on) that pulls up any police records attached to whoever’s name you enter, so someone decided to search Mrs. Stubel as a joke. We ended up finding out she had like six DUI’s.

Aaaaand that’s the story of the horrendous teacher I had for two months in 7th grade. One of my favorite party stories but tbh she still haunts me™ .

music stim things:

• bouncin on ur toes bc u cant dance but u Also cant Not Dance

• systematic tapping ur fingers and hands like ur really the song mixer and this is a launchpad video

• my Hands…………………. The Conductor

• i wasnt thinking the right thought at the right time when the song did the thing now i gotta start it all over

• my tongue got tired from secretly singing along Inside My Mouth

• im so full of emotions now??? just from hearing this one really good note??? my chest feels like really happy balloon now AaaaAAAAAA???

• when u got ur headphones in and it hits the Good Frequency™ and everything is just Fantastic

this looks really bad but i trIED WH O OPS

 i wanted to animate thomas  really badly because like,, aghhghg 

HERE COMES SUMMER WITH AN EMOTION FILLED TEXT WHOOP 

hes a great person and all the times he’s said nice things about my art, its made me continue to draw, and since i started watching him everything in my life got so much better?? like wow aaagh ,,, recently he’s been saying suCH NICE THINGS about my art and it makes me so happy and makes me cry tbh because like,, he’s always there for everyone its so sWEET I CANT


so like,, thanks for lighting up my life, thomas 

everything you’ve done has helped me through so many dark times 

Because of you I joined a groupchat about you and it inspired me to make an actual Twitter account instead of a side one, and ever since all the people in the community have made me feel so welcome aaaaa


i’m gonna end this here because im ranting whoops,,, anyways i hope u like it ,, aa aa a @thatsthat24

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My favorite experience on the internet was the time I saw a lesbian on a doctor who forum make a thread about her desire to see “a lesbian dalek.” There was this one dude who got SO ANGRY about it that she and a bunch of other users pulled up a bunch of references proving that Daleks have a concept of gender and use gendered language to identify one another, and how some Daleks (like the Cult of Skaro) are designed to understand and weaponize human emotion, and made this really compelling argument that a lesbian Dalek could exist without violating any of the show’s canon

And the dude just got like really upset and was finally like “HOW WOULD SHE KNOW WHICH OTHER DALEKS ARE WOMEN, THEY ALL WEAR IDENTICAL CASINGS” and this one poster who hadn’t said anything up to this point just said “you know other species besides daleks have women too” and he literally just responded with “AAAAAAAAARGH”

The best part though was that this dude clearly read every single thread on the board (and corrected everyone who said anything about anything), so this lady would occasionally mention her “lesbian Dalek OC” in passing and within a few hours he’d show up with an all-caps, multi-paragraph, misspelled, profanity-laden rant about how there can’t be a lesbian Dalek and how she should stop punishing him for “being a heterosexual”

I’m bitter AND sticky so let’s get gooey on topic!

People just? forgot that ton of season 3 episode’s visuals are  actually amazing? I mean it could be just me but this season clearly trowed a ton of budget into some scenes an episodes! 

Super Watermelon Island got an amazing fluid fight scene between two giant women and it was as energetic as it sounds 

Gem drill, even tho it was pretty chilly on animation, had ton of detail on Steven’s faces, I find it like such a sweet detail having in mind the episode was focusing a ton on Steven and his connection with the cluster 

(this is my personal favorite)

Hit the diamond had a TON of characters on-screen at the same time, having in mind 5 of them where new characters and they had to design new clothing for 5 of them 

Even though my favorite part of this episode is the bond between Amethyst and Peridot, I think Too Short To Ride was pretty consistent, I am in love every time they put little lines under the eyes of the characters because it usually helps to remark the emotion they are feeling, is personal. 

Stevonnie’s back for Beach City Drift and the thing I like the most about this episode is the backgrounds and the color choices, they are AMAZING and pretty relaxing to watch on their own. 

Monster reunion was pretty harsh to see for me because painful scenes (aka scenes where the character is clearly in pain) make me feel incredibly bad, but I again shot out how they draw emotions and the subtle lines that make it all even better. 

More than for animation itself, I praise a lot Alone At Sea because of writing and atmosphere, and the last one really works, I felt incredibly… tense, when Jasper showed up, how she acted and the way she expressed herself, and how the colors got dark and the rain around it… just gosh

Even tho it was a pretty okay-o episode in general, I really liked Gem Hunt’s backgrounds, the whites and cold tones made a good mix with Jasper’s colors and really helped her to pop out! 

I’ve talked a lot about Bismuth, so at this point everything would feel redundant, so I’ll just say that the first and last scenes have pretty good colors, one being calm pastel tones and the other reddish dark tones #BRINGHERBACK2K17

And finally, Bubbled, which has some on the most beautiful space backgrounds i’ve seen in an animation product, is the feeling of emptiness that makes the most of the episode personally, how is literally just Steven and Eyeball and Eyeball pretty much tries to kill him, in other situations you can think about something going on, but is the fact that they are in space what makes it feel… well… empty, giving more focus to the characters that contrast the most in a sea of dark cold tones and blacks! 

After two years I got back to Undertale, discovered Caretaker of the Ruins AU and fell in love with their adult versions of Chara and Asriel (and the comic itself too, go read it, it’s really neat!). And since I’ve done this already, I couldn’t resist making part two with Goat Prince included. I tried really hard to get him right, I did D’:

OMG I just called Netflix and they said that SO many people all the around the world have already called for Sense8 and wow I’m feeling so emotional again. I initially wasn’t going to call because like I mentioned the other day on this blog I get really anxious when I make a phone call but I’m so glad I did!

If you can please please please call in, the person was really nice and took what I had to say seriously. He asked for a statement and I basically said some probably incoherent babbles but they got the gist!

Also: if you have a Netflix account make sure to sign in and at the bottom of the customer help page there should be a 6 digit number that you can enter when prompted and that will get your call transferred faster.

AGAIN PLEASE CALL NETFLIX IF YOU WANT SENSE8 SEASON 3 PLEASE DON’T GIVE UP HOPE

grover goes away a lot for missions for Lord of the Wild Business™. sometimes it’s far from camp, sometimes it’s relatively nearby. a lot of them just happen to be in the more rural parts of the state of new york

he makes it a habit to always stop by the jacksons’ before going back to camp

it doesn’t matter if percy is there or not (and eventually grover forgets to use their mental bond to check), grover will show up at their door and sally will let him in offering hugs, food, a place on their couch, and an eager listener if he wants to talk about his mission 

usually, grover is exhausted and falls asleep almost immediately. there are a few missions where he shows up and sleeps on the couch for a day or two. after a particularly hard one, grover wakes up after a few days to find percy had moved him into his bedroom and taken the couch instead. sometimes, paul is there instead of sally, but is just as eager to talk. sometimes, all three are there and grover joins them for family dinners

sometimes, no one is there. percy will be off at school or at camp, sally and paul will be out or at work. once, grover falls asleep on their doormat. they give him a key, but he keeps losing it, so percy hides a key for grover under the mat (“not very secure,” grover says. percy shrugs and takes another cookie. “i think i can handle it”)

whenever grover falls asleep in the empty apartment, he always wakes up covered in a blanket with a glass of water and some sort of snack on the coffee table in front of him, because the jacksons know how to take care of family

HRT
Day #29
05/29/2017


Hey peeps!
It is with much relief that I say I am FINALLY getting over kidney stones 2017. Just when I thought I was better, nope! More stones and 2 surgeries later, here we are! But all is better now. I had my second stint removed yesterday morning and I feel SO much better this morning. I got THE BEST sleep last night, first time in a month! All of this struck right at the beginning of my HRT journey which was really unfortunate, but IT DID NOT CONQUER ME! I stuck with my hormones even through all of the other medication once I got the green light from my doctor. Today is 29 solid consecutive days on HRT and it is definitely showing in my opinion. A picture only says so much, but my skin is getting so soft, it is really nice and makes me smile. It has been difficult separating my emotions because some things I was experiencing were because of the kidney stones or medications they had me on. So, I am excited to really tune into my mental state as I begin finishing my antibiotics and eventually get back to just taking my hormones. I did have a bit of an emotional spell right before Mothers day, but that very well might not have been hormones. I had a lot of stress going on unrelated to why I felt like I was having such intense emotions. Like I said, I am glad to be getting back to just my hormones.

Also, I know it is not Tuesday.
But honestly, whatever. 
This shirt is comfy.

Xoxo

This post is for my mutuals and people who make my dash a wonderful place, but it’s also for anyone who’s ever reblogged, liked or even just looked at any of my posts and thought they were alright (✿◠‿◠)

Wow!! I still can’t believe there’s more than 5,000 of you who follow this blog. I’ve been on here for so long and I’ve never properly thanked everyone. I’ve been making edits for a bit now, but it wasn’t until yuri on ice that I felt more comfortable and proud of how far I had gotten with my skills. I still have a long way to go but I’m always willing to learn and I’m super happy that a lot of you seem to like my creations. So many of you have been nothing more than supportive and in all honesty so much of this support has saved me from myself. When yuri on ice was airing I was going through really though time and I coped by delving deep into photoshop and the support I got was unbelievable. Every week my thought process was just “one more week and I can feel that happiness again.” That support that I received is something that I still find absolutely incredible. Whether you’ve been putting up with me for a long time, or you followed this blog recently, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I’ve also made many absolutely amazing friends on here that whether you know it or not, you’ve helped me so much and words cannot describe how much I appreciate that and I hope you all know that I’ll be here for you even if we were to deactivate and move on with our lives. Ahhh sorry I got really deep and emotional there, please don’t mind me just casually professing my love to the internet ^^;

Well after that sap fest… without further ado, these are some of the people that brighten my day!!

bold - I would kill at least one man for you
italics - we haven’t talked much but I see you and ily

♡ lovely mutuals ♡

@25th @301m @ah-luna @aizawashoutah @aizawashoutta @amalasdraws @animejpg @atsushisnakajima @bakugoukatsvki @bokvro @crimians @doumekism @elriccs @ennoshita-chan @genoza @gintoukis @golden-demon @grapetart @gurens @hajime-oikawa @hanamacki @hiwazumi @isahnas @itoshikis @iwaizooms @iwaizumi-hajimie @jayha @josai @juminss @kagevama @katsukie @katsvra @keyneki @killuah @killuay @kiwirn @kkenma @kkenmai @kmsjn @kousseii @lametooru @legallyb-r-o-w-n @loveesam @matsvhanas @milcs @minnyard @misakarose @mochalou @my-soul-deactivated @nekolyssi @nekuroo @nicorobins @nikihforov @nishincyas @nishynoyas @ohlevi @oikawago@oikawaii @oizumi @osafune @pdalarry @peachy-tooru @pliestsky @plisstsky @prettyboyviktor @rabbitghovl @rainchime-s @ranpohedogawa @rosywiki @s-e-l-f-i-s-h-n-e-s-s @sayuyun @shoto-s @shouyeo @shrabu @sitrusky @story-kat @tachibana–chan @tdorki @tetetsu @thegranddork @tobjo @tooriu @tovdoroki @tsukishimer @victoryuuris @xhaikyuu @xoxomyseriesxoxo @yachii @yaha-ba @yamacuchi @yamazekis @yumejiu @yushiyuki

♡ sideblogs ♡

@aceasahis @chikaera @cousaten @kacchanns @karasuno @kxrasuno @meristem @miyukiz @mochidoodle @prettykageyama @sayuyuu @seairu-kun @sugaawaras @tinymidoriya @todoroukishouto @toroikawa @zanimez

♡ wonderful people ♡ 

@ammeja @ayumiko @blau678 @chalaite @dazaiosamu-s @escarletes @hinamie @hyokas @jolynecujo @kittlekrattle @krshima @lemon-creme @mnknk-nyangrdo @nichinoya @ohreigen @reizakis @semehere @shotous @suggestivescribe @tariyo @tobiohchan @tomura @tovbio @tsukis @yuukaanda 

anonymous asked:

give me five reasons why jihope is the best ship ever

1. they’re very much supportive of each other. well, they both pointed at each other when asked which member they need when relieving their stress. jimin has said in the past that looking at hobi gives him strength, and that he hates being teased but when it’s hobi he feels happy. jimin “wrote” j-hope with his body and sent a supportive message for hobi who was practicing late at night (this also happened when some malicious/hateful hashtags about hobi started to trend). hoseok has said that when he’s worried about something, he goes to jimin for advice. when one of them is crying, they practically always start to cry as well. hoseok supporting jimin when he was filming for the mv. hoseok cheering for jimin when he was performing at gayo daejun’s opening last year. them taking care of each other. not to mention the amount of times hobi tried to make jimin laugh (and succeeded).

2. massage partners !! so this is. one of my favorite things they do. it first caught my attention on bon voyage season 1 where they kept giving each other massages and i just died every time.

3. they are rEALLY comfortable around each other. i mean they have been roommates for a while now and they’re both pretty extra but they do tHESE kind of stuff like they ABout to KISS!!!…….whY…..pLS!!! i honestly don’t think any other pairing is comfortable enough to do this.

4. the dancing duo!!! pls this just always makes me cry bc like…they share the same passion and its so beautiful to see them dancing together. they usually fool around a lot too which is so ejdfj funny and aDorable i love these !!

5. honestly when i thought about answering this i had so many stuff i wanted to say but as i kept writing i just…..got lost in so many little things that makes me love jihope even more everyday. i love their chemistry. i lvoe thIS when hobi took care of a sick jimin. i lvoe this day when they went to an art gallery together and then hobi wrote “thanks for taking the pictures my love jiminnie” and said that “he thought he was one of the artworks”. i love the day hobi said this and jimin got shfkj fluttered. and some more of jimin being supportive towards hobi. alSo all the cute pics/videos jimin posts of him with hoseok and there is a lot of them!!!!! but to be completely honest with you, they just make me really happy and that’s the main reason why they are the best ship ever, at least for me.

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female awesome meme: (2/5) female characters who deserve better - marissa cooper, the oc

You know, as awful as the shooting was, if I don’t let it go it’s just gonna ruin my life. […] I saved the life of someone I love. A college will either accept that or not. I can’t keep hiding from it. It made me who I am.

ok but trans Connor Murphy

CW for transphobia & emotions
I promise I’ll make a happier trans Connor post I Swear we just need this in the world

⁃ He was one of those kids who came out in like kindergarten because right away he felt being Lil’ Ms.Zelda Murphy didn’t feel as great as being Connor

⁃ Parents were Supportive but Really Uncomfortable

⁃ His mom wanted to go in and change his name legally but his dad was like “it’s a Phase don’t” and it started a kinda big fight yikes

⁃ The summer between sixth and seventh grade he got really into being masc presenting instead of the gender bending androgyny his parents were pushing him more towards and Chopped Off All His Hair (all by himself which way very Yikes)

- In second grade, Mrs. G actually was going to let Connor be like leader but revoked the privilege because he wasn’t responding to his deadname. He threw the printer because he was so angry that she’d been doing that to him the whole year, then he couldn’t get the words out, and to top it all off he’d been a genuinely good student all year and thought he deserved to be line leader for once.
He finished his elementary schooling in a different district so they could get away from the stigma of being the family who assaults teachers.

⁃ Connor the Freak rumors started spreading in middle school because some asshole who knew him by his deadname transferred to his district and decided Connor Murphy was Not Allowed to Be a Happy Boy then they spiraled when Connor started reacting to them

⁃ It just made him so angry and sad and he lost so many friends in really short amount of time and in some cases he lost the respect of his teachers and he was just so embarrassed and upset all the time and No One Understood and the only ideas his parents had involved shoving him in the closet and he started resenting Zoe so much because she was so Normal and was never called by the wrong name on the Holiday cards or in phone calls to relatives and she just had it so easy and it just made him so !!!!!!! j eez I can’t even

TL;DR: Connor Murphy is Trans and He Deserves Better.