i hate all of you give me my life back ; ;


* Can you believe it’s been a year since I started this blog, and what a life-changing year that was for me.

* As mentioned above, I first sketched this comic way back in March, on a really bad mental health day - a kind of day that I would be going through on an uncomfortably regular basis at the time. However due to the rise of this blog’s popularity, and growth of my fanbase, I can honestly say that I have had the best year of my life. I never received any hate mail. I never got into any arguments. All that you, my followers, have ever given me, was the kind of mass support I’ve NEVER known online until now.

* This comic was, obviously, made with Papyrus in mind, and how he helped me face my issues, but today, fully finished, it’s for all of you as well. For your support, for giving me something I can look forward to every day I check the internet, for all the encouraging words, for caring for my health, for all the beautiful fan art, for the lovely people that I met.

* Undertale, Papyrus, and this blog have changed my life in ways I never thought possible, and for this I want to sincerely thank you.

* So here’s hoping to another year of silly comics and good vibes!

* Nyehfully yours,

* -Jim


2006!ME vs 2016!ME

Oh hey gais, I found the bandwagon!  

I’m really not a huge fan of comparing myself ten years ago and today me, because 2006!ME would shrivel up and die of despair at being compared to the 2016!ME.  It’s really not fair to her, she’s a teenager with horomones who’s view of the world is colored by depression and being ostracized by her peers and even teachers.  And her biggest dream is to move back to Japan and be a mangaka.  2006!ME’s first best friend (who introduced her to anime) had also dropped her like a hot potato the year before because “it wasn’t fair that [20016!ME] got better grades AND drew better than [Best friend at the time]”.  I was a dour, depressing, and utterly moody young thing (not without good reason, but the fact remains that I was very unhappy with life).

Meanwhile, 2016!ME has since gone to college, learned to be objective about her work, spent the majority of those years learning and almost constantly practicing to use digital tools, Developed a taste, the skill, and lots of appreciation for a wide range of art styles, filled many many sketchbooks (which were not available to 2006!Me due to being too expensive, so she used printer paper and manila folders) of things like hands, noses, and other artistic foils until she dun git gud at that stuff, did 300+ art commissions in three years, got published in a tabletop RPG module book, became a comic colorist for one of her art heroes (that would be @bludragongal), became the art director of a volunteer game studio and then developed the common sense to leave and realize that she can say no to every “job” offer that comes her way if she doesn’t feel that she’s being treated professionally, and to top it all off, gained very important and good friends that she had only just met in 2006 but have since become irreplaceable fixtures in her life.  A bunch of other things happened too, but that’s the gist of it.

tl;dr 2006 was the first year I started doing digital art, so understandably, I sucked. Here in 2016 I have 12+ years of drawing and painting experience SO OF COURSE I DO IT LIKE A BOSS.

it’s like you want me to hate you,” she screams at him. “or maybe you just want me pissed. so what is it, what do you want from me? do you want me to leave? do you want me to hate you? what do you want from me because i’m trying so hard and all you keep doing is pushing me away and giving me reasons to not push back!
You will miss me one day.
When you’re going through a rough time and no one can comfort you the way I did. When you go on a roadtrip and realize your shirt still has the tag on and you can’t borrow my swiss army knife and make fun of how prepared I always am. When you get sick and I’m not there to go running to the pharmacy to buy you meds and make you soup. When you get off of work late and I’m not there to tell you to call me while you drive back home so I make sure you don’t fall asleep. When you go kayaking and accidentally get all wet and I’m not there to give you an extra pair of clothes because I brought more just in case. When I’m not there to sleep on the phone when you’re home alone because I know how much you hate that. When I’m not there to kill the bugs for you, even though I always thought it was adorable how much you’d freak out whenever you’d see one. How I’d look at you, like no one else existed on this planet. How I was your biggest fan and supporter. 
You will miss me one day. Not today, not tomorrow, not the next month or the month after that. But one day, when you’re studying for a big test on a nice coffee shop like the ones I know you love, it will hit you, and you will think of me. You will think of me, and for a second you will wonder how I am. For a second you will miss how warm I made your heart. Because my God, did I give you my whole heart.
—  At least I think you will, but then again I’m probably wrong.

Happy Birthday to the fictional love of my life, Nico di Angelo. Thank you for giving me a relate-able character at an early age and bringing A1 representation to a children’s book that is popular world wide. 

Nico sighed tiredly, his phone shoved into his back pocket as he fumbled with the keys of the apartment and tried not to squish the flowers that were tucked under his arm. It was too late for his brain to function properly, though it was only just past ten, and he was really looking forward to crawling into bed with Will, since he hadn’t seen him all day.

Nico really hated closing the flower shop. He usually worked earlier shifts, (despite his aversion to mornings) so that he could get home about the time Will did. Will rose with the sun and worked as the head of cardiology at a nearby hospital from eight to five, a nice change of pace from the old crazy hours that he had as an ER doctor. Still, Nico hadn’t gone to work until 2, before Will had returned home, and given that Will routinely got up around 5, he was usually asleep by the time the flower shop closed.

It was only a little disappointing today, because it happened to be Nico’s birthday. What kind of adult forgets their own birthday?

Nico hadn’t even realized until one of the managers wished him a happy birthday, and he glanced at the calendar with a vacant expression. Will likely hadn’t remembered either—If he had, he would have left Nico a note or something. It wasn’t as if Nico could expect it when he’d forgotten himself, but it still bummed him out a little to know they wouldn’t be able to celebrate. He was turning 25, after all.

Finally, he’d managed to get the key into the lock, pushing the door open and dropping his bag haphazardly to the floor. He needed to put the flowers in water, (Will loved the things, and Nico could never stop himself from bringing them home,) grab something to eat, and go get in bed. He was opening the next morning, set to bring ‘get well soon’ deliveries to Will’s hospital, so he’d shower in the morning before work.

Holding onto the hope that Will had cooked and left the leftovers in the fridge for Nico, he kicked off his shoes and sighed with relief. Dragging his phone out of his pocket, he dropped the keys on the counter, unlocking the device as he shuffled toward the kitchen, scrolling through notifications before setting an alarm for the next morning.

He hadn’t even realized the dim light coming from the kitchen table when he walked in, gently setting the flowers on the counter before bending over to grab a vase, pausing when he hear a quiet chuckle from across the room. Slowly, he turned his head, shocked to find Will, leaning against the table, clad in pajama pants and slippers. The table was donned with a vase full of roses, a couple of wine glasses, and a bowl of something still steaming.

Taken aback, Nico cleared his throat. “Um… Hey.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Hey. How was work?” He asked, stepping over and getting the vase for him, filling it part ways with water and carefully arranging the flowers inside.

“It was fine.” Nico said, glancing from Will back to the table. “Will, you didn’t—“

Will pressed a finger to his lips. “Don’t. I didn’t have to, I wanted to.” He said, smiling warmly. Taking Nico’s shoulders, he walked him toward the table, pulling the chair out and pushing it in once Nico sat. “Happy birthday,” He hummed, kissing his cheek before moving to take a seat on the other side.

Nico swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I didn’t even remember.” He said, eyes following Will as his fiancé dished out a serving of some sort of pasta dish for him. “Why did you—“

“It’s your birthday.” Will laughed, handing Nico a bowl. “Of course I remembered. It’s my job to remember that stuff. I have a gift, too, but I know you’re tired, so I figured we could open it at dinner this weekend. Hazel is coming in.”

“Seriously?” Nico asked incredulously, picking up his fork. “How did you manage that?”

“Lots of secret planning and airline struggles,” Will chuckled, taking a bite of his pasta, and nudging Nico with his foot. “Come on, babe, I know you’re hungry.”

“I’m starving.” Nico admitted, spearing a bite with his fork before chewing slowly. “It’s really good. I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

“Of course I did, Nico. I love you. As if I’d let you spend your birthday alone.” He said, taking his hand from across the table and squeezing. “I have wine, too, but since we both have work in the morning, I figured maybe apple juice instead.” He said, brandishing the bottle with a flourish. Nico giggled around a bite of pasta.

“Anyways, you deserve this treatment all the time. What kind of fiancé would I be if I just left you hanging?” Will joked, pouring the juice into wine glasses before setting it aside.

They chatted idly while they ate, Nico chastising Will for waiting so long for dinner and for skipping out on valuable sleep just to surprise him. Still, the sentiment warmed his heart, maybe made him a little misty eyed, and reminded him exactly why this was the man that he wanted to marry.

Tag teaming the dishes, Will pressed sleepy kisses all over Nico’s head as they made their way to the bedroom, pulling back the covers and curling up right next to him. “I love you.” Will said, smiling.

Nico hummed. “I love you too. Thank you, Will.”

Television off, Nico was able to doze off in a comfortable silence, Will’s steady heartbeat and the assurance that meeting him was the best decision of his life, lulling him to sleep.

The Signs as Vampire Weekend Songs

Aries: The Kids Don’t Stand A Chance

“You criticize the practice
By murdering their plants
Ignoring all the history
Denying them romance”

Taurus: Step

“I feel it in my bones, I feel it in my bones
I’m stronger now, I’m ready for the house”

Gemini: Oxford Comma

Why would you speak to me that way
Especially when I always say that I
Haven’t got the words for you
All your diction dripping with disdain”

Cancer: A-Punk

Half of the ring lies here with me
But the other half’s at the bottom of the sea”

Leo: Horchata

“Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
Looking back you shouldn’t have fought it”

Virgo: Giving Up The Gun

But in the years that passed
Since I saw you last
You haven’t moved an inch”

Libra: Campus

“How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again?”

Scorpio: Diane Young

“Live my life in self-defense 
You know I love the past, ‘cause I hate suspense”

Sagittarius: Run

“She said, ‘You know, there’s nowhere else to go.’
But changing roles
It struck me that the two of us could run”

Capricorn: Obvious Bicycle

“You ought to spare the world your labor
It’s been twenty years and no one’s told the truth”

Aquarius: Unbelievers

“Girl you and I will die unbelievers 
Bound to the tracks of the train”

Pisces: Holiday

“But if I wait for a holiday
Could it stop my fears?


*takes deep breath* 


I was going to respond to all of these one by one but then I was like “nah I think all of these say a lot for themselves without me having to add anything onto them” and they’re so…pure??? or…at least as pure as iro can get

tsundere ichi gives me so much life and it’s so in-character too like everyone likes to portray ichi as hating kara 100% and I’m here like… “you guys do know this is official art right” (yeah maxvesta I totally see what you’re talking about but seriously I can’t say the same for a lot of people who need to notice this side of their relationship)



i’m terrified
but i refuse to let it show
i refuse to give the satisfaction that you beat us
defeated us
evoked fear in us
you’ll never see me break a sweat 
or my eyes wet with tears
of my ongoing list of fears
i’m terrified
but i won’t back down
and i won’t stick around
for you to aim your arrows of hate
at the targets you paint on our backs
your bullets may pierce me
but my blood runs pink 
(for my sexuality that is mine to embrace, not yours to strike with lightning bolts of change)
and red
(for the life i will continue to live, the life you cannot take away from me)
and orange
(for my brothers and sisters who heal me with their love and understanding, helping me piece myself back together after you tried to break me)
and yellow
(for the sunlight from within that still manages to shine in these dark times)
and green
(for existing in the natural, physical world when all you want is my disappearance) 
and blue
(for the serenity we bring amidst the disturbances we face)
and purple
(for my spirit, which won’t be broken)
(it can never be broken and you will never break us)

love trumps hate, and the lgbtq+ community will trump mike pence
(cc, 2016)

you guys can check out this poem and so many more in my LGBT+ poetry anthology - Have Some Pride - coming soon!

Sam Winchester

Sometimes there’s one fictional character that has a profound impact on your life. Maybe they give you what you needed to hear exactly when you needed to hear it. Maybe it’s because you see part of yourself in them. Maybe it’s because they speak to you in the same way that religion speaks to a lot of people.
Whatever it is, Sam Winchester is it for me.
Sam Winchester taught me that you don’t have to be an idiot to be an optimist.
It was one of the most important lessons I learnt in my life, and it got me where I am. 
He might be a fictional character, but at a time in my life when all the real people around me were so uninspiring, and so determined to be defeatist about everything, as though they were just being logical and realistic, Sam became a very real inspiration to me.

No matter how much Sam fucked up, no matter how much he crawled back with his tail between his legs, doubting and hating himself, no matter how much criticism he got, he just kept trying. No matter how many terrible mistakes he made, he always faced up to them, and through all of it he was brave and he believed in something bigger than himself- his family.

He lost his way, sure. He betrayed the brother he loves more than anything. He was selfish and misguided and angry and so painfully human. 
But damn did he try to make up for it in a big way, and that’s more than I can say for most real people!

We can all sit there and never try, make a dark humoured cynical joke about how it will never work out. We can kid ourselves that we’re merely being sensible by calculating our way out of ever taking the small risks that could better our lives just a little.
We can make a huge mistake and hide from it in a bunch of half baked excuses for the rest of our miserable lives, or we can own up to our shit like Sam did.

We can accept that a simple sorry just won’t cut it sometimes, and still give the apology and mean it, then stick around, or at least come back to work at it like Sam did. 
Or we can never learn to not run away, like most people would.

We can all kid ourselves into giving up on something we want after the first hurdle because we were ‘realistic’ about it- even though ‘realistically’ we know could have tried harder.
We could have kept fighting just a little longer, like Sam would have.

The truth is that it takes courage to have hope and perseverance like Sam’s, and courage is not the same as stupidity. 
There is a lot of negativity out there. There is a lot of complacency, and a lot of ways to think up new excuses for why you didn’t try just a little bit harder to knock things off of your to do list.
But remember that even when everyone around him is giving up, even in the face of incomprehensible evil and chaos, even when the threat they are facing is his fault, Sam still tries to inspire hope in people. He doesn’t let his guilt, his pain, his anger, or his doubts make him give up.
I love Dean too, for so many reasons, and I know that a lot of Sam’s strength and determination is actually a testament to his brother’s love of him. Sam is not always right in what he does.
But even when Sam is wrong he handles it.
Sam taught me that sometimes the people around you that you depend on, give up. It doesn’t mean that you have to…and who knows, if you show them that you can keep going, they have the incentive to try too.
A lot of people glaze over it, but Sam believed in Dean when Dean had stopped believing in himself. He took a leap of faith that made Dean realise his own strength, and in turn Dean carried on even though he knew the odds were stacked against him. Sam inspired me to reach when I could have settled, to hope when I could have stopped trying.
It’s harder to be wrong and openly admit and accept it, than it is to simply be right all the time.
It’s harder to risk failure than to accept mediocrity. He might not be real, but growing up with him, the affect he has had on my outlook on my actual problems, has been very real.

That is why Sam Winchester will always be my hero.

On the Open Ocean

Popping my head out from holiday stress to post this very, very late Klaroline Gives Back drabble for @thetourguidebarbie who continues to be amazing in every way and should definitely move to Vancouver. Her request was:  My best friend knows I hate you and as a joke he entered us in an all-expense paid couples cruise and it turns out we actually won. Smut included, bed sharing cliches abound. Hope everyone’s having a great holiday!

If Caroline ever saw Enzo again, she was going to kill him.

She didn’t threaten lightly. Sure there was the occasional ‘You’re dead to me’ glare after he’d made a bad joke about her love life, but it was nothing compared to this. No, this time, if Enzo St. John had any sense of self-preservation, he was packing his things to move to the Arctic Circle, because if Caroline ever got her hands on him, he was a dead man.

He also wouldn’t be the only one.

“Are you going to pout all vacation, sweetheart?”

Caroline gritted her teeth and spun on her heel to face the smirking Brit standing a few feet away, admiring the view of the cabin’s balcony.

Their cabin’s balcony.

“Love, you should really cheer up.” Klaus didn’t even attempt to fake concern for her current mood, the jerk seemed to be thoroughly enjoying getting her as riled up as possible. And why wouldn’t he, the perfect way to ruffle her feathers had fallen into his lap and he barely had to lift a finger. Somewhere up there, someone had it in for her, Caroline was sure of it.

(That someone was probably Enzo.)

“I’m going to the customer service desk,” was all Caroline said, because if she got into it with Klaus now, she’d push him overboard. Not a bad idea really, but the chances of someone else noticing were way too high. She’d have to wait until it was nice and dark.

She entertained murder fantasies all the way through the line at the customer service desk, marching up to the poor employee doomed to bear the brunt of her irritation.

“And how can we help—”

“I need a new room,” Caroline snapped, trying to rein her anger in at the slightly shocked look on the poor man’s face. It wasn’t his fault she was in this situation, and her mother always did preach southern manners.

“Sorry,” she said, plastering on her best pageant queen smile. “But would it be at all possible for me to switch rooms?”

The person behind the desk probably got whiplash but managed to collect himself pretty quickly. “Was there something wrong with your cabin?”

“Oh nothing’s wrong, I was just wondering if I could get a single room?”

If she batted her eyelashes a little too hard and leaned forward a little too far, no one had to know. The concierge gulped and took the room card she handed over, checking her reservation details.

“It, uh, says you were the winner of our ‘Romantic Sunset Sailaway’ contest,” he said hesitantly.

Caroline swallowed a groan and fought to keep her smile perfect. “Look—” she glanced down at his nametag, “—Brian. I know that I won, but the thing is, I didn’t actually enter the contest.”

Brian just stared at her, mouth agape, and Caroline decided to go with the truth and hope for the best. “Look, my best friend is kind of a jerk because he knows that I hate Klaus — that’s the other guy I’m with — but decided to enter us in a ‘romantic cruise’ contest because he thought it would be funny, except it totally isn’t because I wouldn’t date Klaus if he was literally the last person on earth—”

“Little harsh love, don’t you think?”

Caroline managed to contain a scream and turned to find Klaus standing next to her, smirking at her obvious rage. “I hope she hasn’t been giving you too much trouble?” he asked Brian with faux sympathy.

“We’re fine,Caroline near growled. “I’m getting myself another room.”

“Um, there may be a problem,” Brian said timidly, shrinking when she turned her glare back on him. “All our rooms happen to be full.”

Oh, someone up there really hated her. “Can we…separate the bed?” she asked, slightly desperately. “That’s a thing you guys can do, right?”

“Normally yes, but the suite you have is specifically for the ‘Romantic Sunset Sailaway” package so…”

Deep breaths, Caroline told herself, deep breaths. Klaus was barely suppressing his laughter next to her and with the last of her dignity left, Caroline swiped her room card back from Brian marched in the opposite direction, intent to put the entire ship’s length between her and Klaus. It would have been easier if the asshole in question wasn’t following right behind.

“I think you might have scarred the poor boy for life. Aren’t there websites where stories like these are posted?”

Caroline kept herself from making a scene in the middle of the ship’s main deck, resolving to at least try and enjoy her vacation. Especially if that meant avoiding Klaus at all costs.

“Look, this ship has 18 decks, and like, 14 different bars. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to see you at all this vacation.”

“I’m hurt sweetheart,” Klaus said, hand over heart in some pitiful attempt at sincerity. “That you would think so little of me—”

“I do.”

“—when I’ve done absolutely nothing to earn your ire—”

“You’re a dick.”

“—and just when we’ve been given the chance to know each other better—”

“I’m going to push you overboard.”

“—you resist any attempt at being civil.”

“Because you’re literally the worst.”

Klaus cocked his head to the side, studying her carefully for a moment. She was used to his leering (disgusting) but this was different and Caroline was on her guard, ready for whatever he was throwing her way.

“I bet I can change your mind,” he drawled, stepping forward. Caroline didn’t budge an inch, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

“Keep dreaming Mikaelson.”

“What’s wrong love? Scared that you’ll succumb to my charms?” He dipped his head forward ever so slightly, reaching a hand up to toy with one of her curls.

Caroline slapped his hand away in irritation, hating herself just a little for the flush of heat she felt at having him so close. Klaus was undeniably hot, she could admit that, if only to herself. But, she’d decided a long time ago that he was not worth her time and he’d in turn decided to be a thorn in her side ever since.

“No chance of me ‘succumbing’ to anything,” Caroline said determinedly.

Klaus smirked, red lips catching her eye. “Are you absolutely sure? You might enjoy yourself.”

By the last few words, he’d leant down close enough to whisper in her ear and Caroline was a little startled that it took effort for her to keep from stepping closer. God, this was going to be a disaster. Scoffing for effect, she stepped backwards and tossed her hair, pretending not to notice the brief flash of genuine disappointment on Klaus’s face.

“I’m going to the Solarium. Try not to stalk me.”

Turning away, she kept her head high and walked on. She could do this. She could avoid him.

Until of course, she had to go back to the room.

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DJ AGUST D’s LOVE Line Requests

(Creds to @t-a-e-g-i for this amazing idea and for letting me bring it to life!)

Suga: Hello listeners, you are on with me, DJ Agust D on Korea’s very own hot96FM. I’ll be answering the phone lines now, so feel free to give me all your requests.

Listener 1 : Hello? Agust D? Hi I’m calling because I cheated on my girlfriend and now she won’t talk to me anymore. I really love her and want her back so can you please play a song that will let her know just how I feel?


Suga: Sure

Suga: *puts on Hate by 4Minute*

Listener 1: B-but—

Suga: *hangs up* Alright moving on to the next caller.

Taehyung: Hello? This isn’t Taehyung. Can you please play Cypher pt 3? It’s my favorite song, I’m not Taehyung by the way.

Suga: *sighs*

Suga: We have caller ID

Taehyung: Oh….um well the–

Suga: *hangs up* Next Caller!

Listener 2: Hi Agust D, I’m feeling really down my boyfriend says that he doesn’t want to marry me because I don’t have any ambitions or goals for my life. I think it shouldn’t be a problem that I want him to take care of me. Can you play something that will speak to me?

Suga: Sure I’ll play a song by Winner

Listener 2: That’s good! I need to know I’m a winner and that my boyfriend was just being a hat–

Suga: *plays Winner’s cover of “Loser” by BigBang*

Listener 2:

Listener 2: B-but–

Suga: *hangs up* 

Suga: Alright listeners now we’re going to kick it old school by playing one of my favorite songs that was written by a musical genius.

Suga: *puts “Let Me Know” by BTS on repeat*

Suga: I love my job.

Pretty Things

this fic can also be found on ff.net or ao3

I know Arakawa said that there wasn’t an equivalent of Valentine’s Day in Amestris, but you can bet that won’t stop me from pretending there is. You know Mustang would be all over it.

Thanks to Camila (@didsomeonesayroyai) for giving me the inspiration for this fic!!!!! Would you believe Ana the Angst Queen (I didn’t choose the angst life, the angst life chose me) is gonna write pure royai fluff??? I certainly can’t lmao.

Comments and feedback are always appreciated and encouraged! I hope you all spend Valentine’s with the people you love, platonic or otherwise.

It was ten past nine in the morning on Valentine’s Day and Riza Hawkeye was already exhausted and quite happy to call it quits and crawl back into bed. It wasn’t like she hated Valentine’s Day – indeed; she could not claim that her heart had been broken on the most ironic of days, or that she had been left waiting in a restaurant for a person that never showed.

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shadow side pfff
  • aries 7th house: just!! let me!! do what i want!!! i'm!!! not!!! mad!!! i'm just trying to keep the peace, hunty!!!
  • taurus 7th house: a highkey foodie who won't stop touching everything and i don't understand why others are navigated by the materials in life
  • gemini 7th house: gossipy, easily bored, and is two people at all times but can't understand why people act fake
  • cancer 7th house: a playground full of mood swings and needs constant reassurance but guys, i'm so boss and got my shit together
  • leo 7th house: always needs attention yet hates it because they're their own person and i'm an outcast but ughhh come back and stroke my eg- haha jk...well i mean unless you want to..haha...plz
  • virgo 7th house: criticizes everyone else because of their own inability to face themselves objectively
  • libra 7th house: gives vague replies to any question because i don't have to explain myself to you because i know who i am clearly
  • scorpio 7th house: pulls crazy stunts out of spite but i swear i'm such a stable person, ya know?
  • sagittarius 7th house: has this huge will to live and explore but can't focus on one thing long enough to do anything
  • capricorn 7th house: highkey wants to be the most established and respected person of all time but won't stop being temperamental for 5 seconds
  • aquarius 7th house: won't stop talking about how everything they do is original and likes things because 'its different'
  • pisces 7th house: is in their own little world at all times and is always confused when someone calls them out

I’m starting over.

Am I proud of it? No. But for the first time I’m literally hiding from it and I think it’s because this is the first time I’ve had somewhat of a following on a weight loss blog and I hate to think I’m letting you guys down by being open about it. For me, 100 days to skinny isn’t working. I’m back almost at my starting weight from August, hovering around 112lbs and I hate it …. but I can’t just give up. And I think that’s how it is. There’s no magical finish line, no reaching your gw and never gaining back at all … it’s a process, that’s life.

For anyone who 100 days to skinny is working well for, I’m proud of you and I hope you keep it up, but for me … I’m gonna have to think of something else that works a little better.

I’ll post here regularly again. I want to keep dreaming and pursuing my dream body and I know tumblr helps me with that.

I like to tell myself I wouldn’t answer if you called me late into the night, and that I wouldn’t respond to a drunk text from you. I tell myself I’m all out back together now, and I learned from my mistakes. I assure myself I wouldn’t give you everything anymore, I know how to love myself now. But the truth is, I already did give you everything, and I know I would answer your call with a “Hey baby, I miss your voice” laced with tears. I am so whole heartedly in love with you, which is honestly the most terrifying thing in life.
—  please keep loving me so I never have to be without you.

When things get hard everyone wants to go back to the way it was before. When it was easy. I don’t want that. I want all of you the way you are now. I want to make you smile on your worst days when you fucking hate everyone, and I want everyone to know that I’m the one who can do it. I want you when you’re angry at me because I lose control sometimes too. I want the shitty arguments because at least we’re fighting for each other. I want to grow with you. I want to find new obstacles everyday and overcome them with you. I want the days you drive me batshit crazy because it reminds me of why I am still falling hopelessly in love with you.

Life has a funny way of truly fucking you over, but I want to be the one thing in this world that you see as a haven. I want to be your home.

—  You’re my home.

Look, I get it. Studying sucks. We all hate studying with a passion.

 (I actually made a youtube video about it here!)


I’ve been watching a bunch of BTS (Not the kpop band, but back to school) videos with “study hacks” but they’re all the same. ESPECIALLY with the gum method. Now, I don’t know about you, but I have this fear of gum at school. It kinda stemmed in middle school where if you were caught chewing gum, the teacher would call you out IN THE MIDDLE OF A LESSON and you had to do the walk to shame to the trashcan and spit it out. Me, being a middle schooler filled with anxiety, hated it. So I just got in the habit of not eating gum at school.

So, here are my tips on how to study and in essence, survive school for fun.

I never really studied that much in high school—but I did study smart, which helped with my grades.

I guess I should give you my credentials to you guys to let you guys know that it did in fact work for me. So, I want to let you know that I went to a (broke as can be) college prepatory high school (Which is a whole lot harder than a normal public school) and for my freshman year of high school, a Christian school (Anyone that has gone to religion school knows they don’t joke when it comes to studying. I used to do 30 math problems a night, along with English assignments, Biology assignments, ext, EVERY NIGHT.) I took as many AP classes as I could my Junior and Senior year, and during my upperclassman year, I managed a 4.0 (Don’t talk about my underclassmen year, I was a terrible underclassmen)

Anyways, so, here are my tips on how to study:

In Class Notes

1. Use your doodles for your advantage

I discovered this idea as while my US history teacher was showing us political cartoons.

As an artist, I understand pictures better than words. Also, as an artist, I would sometimes (Okay, all the time) doodle in class simply because doodling is just more fun then just sitting there, listening to the teacher. I also know that everyone doodles in class. So, here’s an idea: Draw something that’ll help you remember what you’re studying.

I would use this, so here are some examples

Teddy Roosevelt holding a bat

Big Stick Diplomacy. See how Teddy Roosevelt is looking intimidatingly at you? Well, the big stick diplomacy was the US’s international plan to keep peace—as while showing everyone their navy power. In essence, imagine you’re on a playground as a kid, then there’s this little kid with a bat. Now, he may not hit you with a bat, but he’s going to show off his bat just to tell you, “Hey, if you piss me off or do something stupid, I have a bat that I can attack you. But that’s only when you do something stupid.”

USSR and USA singing, “Anything you can do I can do better”

Cold War Era. During that time, the USSR and the USA tried to beat each other in “Who can make the most nukes?” Scary? Yes. But it makes sense with the song that I really don’t have to explain that much.

Voltaire being a badass.

Voltaire may be a dick, but he was an advocate of freedom of expression. I don’t particularly remember what else he did, other than he was an advocate of freedom of expression—but hey, it just shows you how helpful this was for me because I still remember this about Voltaire to this day.

a.) Another alternative if you don’t art, is to have something to remember it by.

Such as, for me, when I had to remember the Sympathetic Nervous system, I would think about being eaten by a bear. Why? Because if I were to say, see someone be eaten by a bear, I would feel rather sympathetic to them because they’re dead. Sympathetic I say? Sympathetic! Because their sympathetic nervous system would had kicked in before they got killed and eaten by a bear.

b.)   Puns
speaking of stupid and tiny things that would help someone remember things, puns also work. Such as, “What started the Protestant revolution? Martin Luther nailed it” (Get it? Because Luther nailed the 99 grievances to the church door? Ha)

2.) So what? Why the heck should I care?

This mainly works for history, but you should always question history—mainly the part as to why the heck should you care about what happened in the past. Not only that, but this helps on tests. I haven’t had a history class that was all dates since…Well, since middle school I suppose. But here are some examples:

Why was the US Congress disagreeing on Woodrow Wilson’s 14 points detrimental? Because the world blamed everything on Germany, and if we would have accepted Woodrow Wilson’s 14 points, it probably wouldn’t happen.

Why was the shooting of Archduke Ferdinad so important? Well, believe it or not, but there was a completely different world before WW1. I don’t remember much, but if you’ve taken European history, you would understand. The world would not be the world as it is today if it wasn’t for WW1. The “Church” would have probably still been in charge (although, losing power).

Just always ask yourself, “So what? Why should I give a damn?”

3.) Don’t highlight everything

A lot of youtubers tell you to highlight everything. I, on the other hand, am going to tell you TO NOT DO THAT BECAUSE THAT IS A VERY BAD IDEA!

Have you ever highlighted something, and before you realize it, you’ve practically highlighted the entire page—therefore making that effort of highlighting so pointless? Yes? Have you ever read something and then stop yourself as you realize that you read it, but didn’t retain any of it? Yes?

Here’s my tip. Read everything first on your notes before you highlight things.

a.) What should I highlight?

i.              Definitions. Most of the time, teachers are just trying to see if you know said thing

ii.             “Keywords” which are mainly the things that are bolded in the book

iii.            That thing your teacher won’t shut up about and keeps on mentioning over and over again

4.) Using a book? Use tabs and sticky notes!

If you were anything like me, then you never use the highlighter to highlight your book because you don’t want to pay $100 for a damaged book that probably has a dick drawing (IN PEN, URGH) from the person who had it before you did.

So instead, use tabs and sticky notes to put in your book.

That way, you won’t have that, “HOLY CRAP, I SAW THAT DEFINITION A SECOND A GO, WHERE DID IT GOOOO????” moment.

5.) Pencil and eraser

Again with the book, another alternative is circle said word with a pencil, and erase it later with an eraser.

Quick tip: Use a white erasers, because pink erasers suck and will probably ruin the page and ink. White erasers are smoother, and won’t damage the book compared to a pink eraser.

6.) Study groups

Study groups are something I wish I would had done in high school. In high school, I was the overachiever so I took a bunch of AP classes. That being said, I also suffered alone.

When I went to university, I somehow managed to jump into a study group, and it was the best thing ever. Why? Because we were all suffering together. Whenever someone needed help on something, another person would chip in and tell them what they could do and give them advice.

You’re not suffering alone, which is absolutely WONDERFUL!

I think in high school, I only had one study group, and that was (sadly) right before the AP euro exam. Seriously, while we were doing some last minute studying for the test, we all said the same thing. “We should have done this earlier. URGH.”

Honestly, you make better lasting friendships that way. Plus, what parent wouldn’t say yes when you ask, “Mom, I’m going to my study group at the Library/at Starbucks to study”?

Oh, and just FYI, don’t do a study group at a restaurant. Just don’t do it, unless it’s between the hours of 1-5 PM. And if you do, you better tip your waiter/waitress real well. As in, it better be more than a 20% tip. Just, just don’t do study groups at a restaurant. Just don’t do that.


First of all, don’t do that again.

Secondly, https://www.youtube.com/user/crashcourse

Crash Course helped me in so many ways, mainly because I’ve had crappy teachers who didn’t know how to teach. But it’s also great because you can watch it way before a test while, let’s say, eating in front of your computer. It’s great repetition, and it’s just a blessing.

You were the hardest most painful lesson of my life. I hated you for awhile for everything, but now all I can do is look back and thank you for everything you taught me. You taught me exactly how it should never be with someone. You taught me that I should never put up with someone who treats me less than what I am. You taught me I should only give myself to someone if they truly deserve it and if they are giving me the same in return. I don’t hate you, you just mean nothing to me. You were an important lesson to me, getting me ready for a person who genuinely deserves me.
20 Questions

Name: Ann
Nicknames: People don’t give me nicknames 😂
Zodiac Sign: Leeeooo
Height: 5'3"
Orientation: Hererosexual
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Favorite Season: ooooohhh I think fall. Honestly I love and hate them all
Favorite Book Series: Holding up the Universe (must read)
Favorite Flower: Lavender because they smell so pretty
Favorite Scent: Lavender… lol
Favorite Color: All of them!
Favorite Animal: dogdogdogdog
Coffee, Tea, Hot Cocoa: sweet tea or cocoa
Average Sleep Hours: Four or five
Cat or Dog Person: dogdogdogdogdog
Favorite Fictional Characters: Jonas from the giver and Clary Fray!
Number of blankets you sleep with: Two huge comforters and I sleep with three fans on 😂😂
Dream Trip: New Zeland!
Blog Created: oohhhhhhh I have no clue let me get back to you on that

I was tagged by @seafoamflamingo! I tag my pals @holly-plumbob and @lxcysims

vanilia-sky  asked:

you didn't even read the text. you don't see somethings. you and your ass just sitting on the clouds. i hate people like you, i hate humans who worship themselfs. i was care about you becouse of your photos -especially one is one of the favorite photos in my life- but i don't care anymore. i know you don't give a shit for this message, cause it's impossible to touch you but i just write it. see this and get worship yourself more -people writings to me- daamn. fucking arrogance

lmao kiddo i was gonna save you some face & write back privately but this goes out to all my other fuckboy fans everyone take a knee -

first lmao yeah of course i worship myself, i’m allowed to. i think i’m amazing and strong and the best and i ain’t ashamed of that. you should learn to love urself too my pal it’s a damn good time. 

second, yea my embarrassing ass overshared on the internet a few years ago. since i wasn’t able to love myself then i paraded my whole life online bc feeling worshiped by fukin strangers was the next best thing. and of course i’m glad to hear you liked my work. but all that shit don’t mean a thing now. my art has always been and will always be, for me. i don’t owe your sorry ass anything. wait what she say lemme repeat that - 

i don’t owe you a goddamn thing, my guy. 

you can’t tell someone you love them and actually mean it if you can’t respect them when they tell you they don’t feel the same. that just ain’t love my man. anyway have a good day humping other girls dms 

happy valentine’s day