i have a specific place idk

finally lookin at the episode order for ladybug on netflix like

jackady is episode 10…origins eps are like…3 eps from the end 

types of new zealand children

  • you were born on the west coast. black sand and thrashing waters, the kind of dangerous parents warn their children about. you could swim before you could walk, and you can feel the ocean in your bones, a soft ache that will never go away
  • you were born in canterbury. winter is nothing more than a warm embrace to you. your body convulses and shifts endlessly like the land below you, and your whole existence feels on edge. rise and fall
  • you were born in the wetlands. you know rebirth better than any, and yet you still feel trapped. you wake early every morning, and you know just how silent the farm can be. your life is an endless cycle of this knowing and yet you can never do anything but watch
  • you were born in te hiku-o-te-ika. the old gods still live inside of the earth, and you are surrounded by them. tane mahuta stands tall and so do you. breathe in, you exist at the top of aotearoa
  • you were born in the alpine mountains of otago. land of the red earth, isolated village, you are difficult to get to and difficult to understand. you are calmest when the wind is thin and the snow cold. poor child, you will never be able to comprehend your vastness
  • you were born in the cities. there is a disconnect in your identity, and no matter how many times you shift around, you will never feel at home until the hum of traffic has settled under your skin
  • you were born in the king country. war torn kid with too much blood on your knees, in your mouth, on your arms. there’s a rage inside of you that will never go away, but nor will the strength that comes from the bones of the kings in the soil below you
  • you were born in marlborough. the dry season has lasted several years, and you just want to know when everything will feel okay again. soon, i promise you
  • you were born on the volcanic plateau. you will never know where you belong, but that’s okay. nowhere will be able to contain you but the open vastness of the desert road. you are all too much, from lake taupo to mount ruapehu, you are unknowable
  • you were born in the bay of plenty. you have never known hunger, but you know suffering. you are the softest of children, raised on summer warmth and placid rivers that you know better than the back of your hand
  • you were born in heretaunga. you survived a place that wanted you dead. through the floods, the earthquakes, and the droughts, you still stand. you are so much stronger than you know
House Aesthetics
  • <b> Slytherin:</b> Bloodshot eyes and dark circles; wearing sunglasses at night; doing the opposite of what you're told to do; making smart remarks under your breath in serious situations; smirking with no specific reason; daydreaming about the places you'll visit one day; staying up until 4am with plans on starting a dictatorship; saving money for traveling; taking pictures of seemingly silly things, even a water bottle; listening to music so loud the person next to you on the bus can hear it; having few but precious friends; having late night conversations about random things;<p/><b>Gryffindor:</b> sneaking out in the middle of the night; getting drunk on cheap wine in the woods; pulling the silliest pranks; fighting over ways to overcome economical crises; sleeping over at a friend's house and acting like it's yours; truth or dares getting out of hand; kiss cam in the train station; going out with friends on a rainy day; having surprise parties on birthdays; expecting your college acceptance letter; swearing a lot; talking too fast;<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Soft sweaters; getting excited for fall; stepping on dry leaves just to hear them crunch; finishing a good book; paint all over your face and hands after painting; the strings of the guitar beneath your fingers; eating popcorn and watching corny movies with friends; painting your nails in your favorite colours; your favorite fictional character has a happy ending; being awkward in social situations; old pajamas and new books; being awake at 3am in wikipedia, learning seemingly useless facts;<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> laughing hard with friends; the smell of freshly cooked cookies; telling stories over the fireplace; making bad puns; realizing you're alive; your mother's smile; complimenting strangers; going through family pictures; siblings playing together at the park; people smiling at the ground; hugging your best friend; noticing little things;

Idk if it’s specifically an autism thing or what, but when I’m in math and they’re trying to demonstrate a new equation, especially one with things like x’s and y’s already, if they use more letters to represent numbers I just??? Don’t?? Get it?????? Like Y=mx+b? Use real numbers to give me the equation I just can’t fathom all these places holders.

Another thing is I can NOT read big walls of text. My mind can’t focus hard enough or something and it just gets all garbled and I start omitting words when I read and it gets really confusing. I finally learned that I can get around this by taking notes in multiple colors to break things up, but in books the best I can do is go line by line with my finger as a guide or else I’ll either lose my place in the middle of a sentence or omit words.

Anyone else have this sort of problem? Is it just my adhd screwing me up?

anonymous asked:

Why is it that Bird Fursonas (is there a specific word for those? idk) rarely look good, its such a shame

I think there are a few factors

1 . birds are ,, actually a lot harder to draw than they often appear tbh

that is also likely a large reason why there are not many birdsonas in the first place

it is not rly that artists lack skill or what not ,
i have been drawing birds for 3 years and i still struggle a lot with beaks n claws n feathers,,,

2 . personal preferences n tastes

birds are no where near as popular with furries as wolves or foxes or lizards ,, n as a result it is a lot harder to find artists or styles that may appeal

that is what i figure at least

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In response to @cindersglamour numerous amount of anon’s.

Cinder. Is. half-Asian. She’s not white. So stop white-washing her.

SHE IS ASIAN.

What don’t you all get? I really love it how people catch the “she was from Europe” part but not the “she was from Luna and Luna has no specific race and/or ethnicity to it” part. Or the “just because she’s from Europe, doesn’t automatically make her European/white” part. Especially in the future where most people would be migrating like crazy regardless of their ethnicity or race. Think about it really. If she were to hide in New Beijing, wouldn’t she have to idk BLEND IN? Maybe I’m crazy or Michelle Benoit & Logan Tanner are crazy, but she would have been Asian looking to fit in a place like New Bejing where there’s mostly ASIAN PEOPLE. And where she was adopted by an ASIAN COUPLE. With ASIAN KIDS.

Think about it this way: if she was white, why in the living world would she have a tan? Um… I’m pretty sure she can’t afford to get a tan every couple of weeks (however many times white people get a tan). It clearly specifies on Marissa Meyer’s website that she has “tan skin, even more tan skin from walking everywhere.” Most if not all white people cant get a tan from walking everywhere. THEY GET SUNBURNED.

I swear, I feel as if most of you all are in-denial and not “genuinely oblivious” to the fact that it is stated by the author herself on her website and various times throughout Cinder and the other three books that she is ASIAN. Half-Asian, half-Caucasian, whatever you’d like to call it. But she is not just Caucasian/white.

Have some of you ever thought that this could be offensive to ASIAN people who hardly ever get represented? The one time they do in a bomb as fudgecake series like the Lunar Chronicles, people within the fandom have to ruin it by whitewashing the only poc they’ve got, that WE’VE got? Stop it. It’s disrespectful. We’ve been over this millions of times. Just. Stop.

The Kings Men
     ↳Lola Malcolm

“So you do remember me,” she said. “Now you see, that’s bad, because if you remember me, you remember who you are and where your place is.”

okay, i’ll post this as vaguely as possible: 

they have guys nights with their friends and they’re very affectionate, very funny, and play off each other very well. people like being around them, and they’re a lot of fun. the majority of their la friends know about them, see them together, invite them places as a couple. they take different sides of an argument and tease each other, and it’s totally common for somebody to say “too bad harry’s my fave” to louis, or “i’m team louis” to harry. i can actually say this has happened and turned into a running joke amongst a few of their friends. BUT ALL IS WELL BECAUSE THEY’RE A VERY WELL-ADJUSTED, NORMAL COUPLE WHO LOVE AND RESPECT ONE ANOTHER and can take the heat they get from people who love them a whole lot. people who protect them because the situation calls for it. people who could tell you, with just as much certainty as i can, that larry is real.

i can’t share anymore detail than that, but i can tell you that much.

zeeimpalaangel  asked:

I love the way Misha gets real quiet and bows while placing a hand over his heart when a fan shows him love at a con. He does it every time.

that’s …. specific :) that’s cute, i personally haven’t watched much cons, but i do know he’s a really idk the word ? humble? totally on the list ;)

PS : do you know any con he did that ? i’ll have to download it to include this but i have no idea which, of course if you remember 

UGHHHH

Okay I have this thing that I’m pretty sure is a form of social anxiety but idk cause people are weird about naming stuff on tumblr but anyway I have intense anxiety (I guess???) about new social situations specifically like going to a new place with new people idk like I am very uncomfortable walking into a new restaurant first because I don’t know the rules there and like breaking the rules and making people mad at me is The Worst so I just don’t do it
BUT TONIGHT
There’s like this German language thing where people go and just speak German and my friends are going (cause we’re all studying in Germany and taking German classes) and I’ve never been but I was like “I’m going to be social I’ll go!!” But like I didn’t realize it was far away in an area I’ve never been too and I’d have to take the bus to get there (something I’ve only ever done in my life once-subways are fine but buses are different idk why) and I kinda just assumed that I would be going with one of them (my roommate, one of the several other friends that I know are going, anyone) but they left and my roommate didn’t come home and it’s my fault for assuming but it’s too late now cause it already started and it’s 30 minutes away MINIMUM and I didn’t know that and I can’t show up half an hour late because that brings more attention to myself with I Do Not Want in this case and I cried about it a bit and I do have one friend who is leaving now but she’s biking Ellie says I can show up late I might just go there’s no one there rn except our mutual friend I HUST HATE FEELING LIKE THIS

anonymous asked:

▲ ; reblog karma!!

Send me a ▲ for an unpopular opinion

optional: include a category (roleplay, specific fandoms, food, idk whatever you want)

        ohhhhhhhhh boy.

          lemme preface this by saying: i don’t dislike the concept, i believe it comes from a nice place   &   originally had pretty good intentions. like, the premise sounds solid, right? right. i have no issues with anyone that practices it  &  doesn’t demand others do the same. you’re chill, i enjoy you. however, it hinges ever so delicately on how people choose to behave in the name of reblog karma, the line between it being a good thing  &  a toxic thing is a thin one. & herein lies my issue.

          a lot of people are incredibly aggressive when it comes to people who choose not to partake reblog karma. they use it as an excuse so they can be shitty  &  they spin in it all sorts of directions: anger, guilt tripping, threatening to delete their blog. i mean, it’s a shitshow, really. i don’t really get the fact we’re not… allowed? to reblog memes from you since that’s what tumblr was pretty much designed for, reblogging. but hey, whatever, i’ll do get it from the source when i can remember  ( i mean i’m gonna forget because i have a memory like a sieve, but no doubt the people i’m referring who are shits about it will be quick to remind me indirectly ).

         however, @treurspel  ( luv u rory )  made an interesting post on this the other day which made me reconsider my stance for a while. they made good points which made me take a step back  &  take an unbiased look at the bigger picture. am i, as a blog with a fair few followers, really in a position to dislike someone for this?  

         my answer? after thinking about it carefully, yes. here’s why: 

         i do not judge them for being upset, at all. you cannot help your feelings, i would never judge anyone for that,  &  even though i have a lot of followers i do not get lots of memes for every one i reblog, i actually get about the same as rory described lesser-known blogs getting. i feel the same feelings that everyone feels: kinda sad, kinda like im irrelevant etc etc, it sucks ass. maaan does it ever blow.

        h o w e v e r,  you can choose how you behave. you can choose how you allow these emotions to manifest in your actions, in how you affect other people. if you choose to write a passive aggressive  ( or just plain old aggressive )  post about how no one wants to rp with you  &  judge people for not sending you stuff:  that tells me that YOU are inconsiderate, that YOU may border on manipulative  &  don’t care if you make someone uncomfortable with guilt tripping, toxic behaviour. 

       you have no right to demand that someone participate in reblog karma or send in a meme to you when they may not want to. you can participate in it without being a total shitstain, i see LOTS of people achieving that! it is so often used as a cheap tactic for people who feel like they are OWED something simply for? existing? to act like a spoiled brat  &  get away with it. 

      they make something with an understandable  &  pleasant premise a SHIT THING, when they dont HAVE TO. how they feel is not a choice, how they behave IS  &  that is what i judge them for. NOT for participating in reblog karma, NOT for feeling shit when they dont get a meme but for their BEHAVIOUR.

anonymous asked:

so i have a bunch of white friends and mostly they're at least trying, but... some keep doing shit that rly rubs me wrong. like rbing intracommunity discussion stuff (about antiblackness specifically in the asian community frex where its like... As White People its not their place, thats a discussion for black ppl and asian ppl), making white ppl jokes, bringing up times they said "black lives matter" out of the blue so it seems like theyre bragging. idk how to handle it and im just tired.

Honestly the only white friends I have left after cutting out the racist ones are pretty good at staying in their lane.  I would find a way to talk about reblogging intracommunity issues first. As to the bit about them making white ppl jokes I’d just point that they’re white too. But the bragging about saying BLM is like they’re expecting cookies so maybe take some time to formulate a response.  Definitely rehearse what you’re going to say and anticipate some responses. Ofc only broach these topics when you’re mentally ready I know it’s exhausting. Come back and let us know how it goes! Good luck😊

mod m

eriorns  asked:

Hello ! I love your art and I was wondering if I could draw a few things from your bee & puppycat voltron AU ?

oh of course! idk what we can tag it as to keep it all the same but of course you can! ooh and id love to see the finished result!

edit: what about #bapvoltronau ? its kinda long but its specific! imma tag my stuff as this so we can have a place to see it :D

irlpigmon replied to your post15 year old: one direction boy is so hot me: sorry…

i also feel like adults shouldnt tell kids to *not* crush on adults bc that just seems normal to me?? i mean i did it idk. like obviously kids should be taught not to /date/ adults and that adults who are willing to date them should be staid away from but like it;s still the adults responsibility and like?? it’s not really your place to tell them they Cant crush on people?

yeah the “don’t have crushes” addition was so bizarre. telling kids not to act on those crushes is fine but like, that specific phrase went too far for me

Request: Can you do an imagine where y/n is best best friends with mike fuentes and your living together and then he invites oli sykes over to talk about a possible collaboration with ptv and y/n answers the door and hes blown away with her chilled and laid back nature. How shes just one of the guys and he falls for her hard but shes got a fuck buddy and he is flirty and sweet and then he tells her she’s everything to him and then she starts to think and then idk so that’s up to you xx :)

Part Two

I was polishing glasses when Oli strode into the pub. The guys hadn’t arrived yet so he walked up to the bar and slid onto one of the old, brown leather bar stools.

“I’ll have a beer please.” He smiled lacing his fingers together in front of him.

“Which one? You’ll have to be more specific than that.” I raised an eyebrow at him as I placed a polished wine glass on the shelf.

“Surprise me.”

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a glass and walked towards the taps. While the beer fell into the glass I glanced back at him; his eyes were on me. I felt my face flush and I quickly turned back to the task at hand.

“One surprise.” I said as I placed the glass in front of him. “That’ll be six fifty.”

He reached into his pocket and produced a black leather wallet. He slipped out a ten dollar note and passed it to me. As I reached for it our fingers brushed gently and I felt a small shiver shot up my arm.

I quickly put the sale through and slid his change across the bar for him.

“How’s your day been?” He asked as I picked up another wine glass and proceeded to polish it.

“Yeah not too bad. I started work about four hours ago so other than that, I tried to give the house a bit of a clean. Which didn’t exactly go that great but oh well, shit happens. What about you?” I smiled.

“I went to lunch in the city with a few people and checked on how the L.A. store is going.”

“You’re bringing Drop Dead to L.A.?” I exclaimed too enthusiastically.

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “It’s meant to open in two months but honestly I think it’s ready to open now.”

“That’s good. Normally the opening week rolls around and nothing is done.”

“Yeah. Hopefully it stays organised and on schedule though. I’ll have to come back for the opening so if not I’ll get shit sorted.”

“Another?” I asked noticing that his beer was gone.

He nodded slightly in response.

I grabbed a fresh glass and walked over to the taps. I dared to glanced back at Oli, his eyes were on me once again. Why was he always looking at me?

I let out a small breath as I flipped off the beer tap and walked back to where Oli was now drumming his fingers lightly on the bar.

“So what’s the story with you and your not boyfriend?” He asked outright.

The question had me shocked. I wasn’t even sure what he was asking.

“Uh, what do you mean?” I mildly stuttered.

“Well you said he wasn’t your boyfriend but he clearly thinks otherwise.”

“What?” Was all I could manage to say.

“Can I ask you a few questions?”

“Sure.” I was intrigued.

“Whose idea was it to be casual?”

“Mine.”

“And how long have you been sleeping together?”

“A few months.”

“Do you ever go to his?”

“Yeah.”

“And do you do couple things? Like go out or cuddle or tell each other about your day, you know things besides sex?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. We don’t go out and do things we don’t cuddle and I never tell him about my day. I invite him over, we drink and we fuck then I sleep.”

“Okay well, seventy five percent of your answers indicate a relationship. Sorry to say.” He teased.

“You don’t look sorry.”

“Hey man!” Jaime yelled as he walked towards us, the guys following close behind.

“Hey.” Oli replied acknowledging the others with a small nod.

“Have you been here long?” Vic asked.

“No, not too long. Just talking with the lovely Miss Y/N here.”

I had already starting pouring their drinks and placing them on the bar.

“Who’s turn is it for the tab?” I asked.

“Tony’s!” The guys yelled.

“Mine.” Tony shook his head with a look of despair.

“Card please.” I asked holding out my hand.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his bank card. I replaced it with the key to the small to his tab draw.

“How are you Y/N?” He asked.

“Not too bad actually Tone, what about you?”

“On top of the world as always.” He smiled.

One by one they grabbed their drinks and started to make their way to their usual booth. Oli smiled and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Trust me Y/N, I’m sorry.” He winked grabbing his beer and following the guys over to their booth.

As the night progressed their table accumulated empty glass after empty glass. Their quiet discussions growing loud with outbursts of laughter and friendly arguments.

I grabbed a clearing tray and made my way towards their table.

“How’s everything going?” I asked placing the tray on the table.

“Really good.” Tony half yelled at me, a huge smile spread across his face.

“We’ve decided against collaborating together.” Jaime informed me. “We’re thinking about a tour instead.”

“We want to call it the ‘No One Does It Better’ tour.” Tony added.

“Sounds interesting. Would it be a European tour or a U.S. tour?”

As soon as the words fell from my lips all five of them froze in silence. Their eyes slowly glanced at one another then shifted towards me.

“We had everything figured out except that!” Vic whispered loudly.

“Well we close up in half hour so you’ve got until then to figure it out boys.” I smiled picking up the tray of glasses and making my way back towards the bar.

“Hey Y/N!” I heard Oli yell from behind me.

I continued walking and slid the tray onto the bar then turned around slowly to see what he wanted.

“How’s your night going?” He asked as he approached the bar and proceeded to lean against it to keep himself upright.

“Clearly not as good as yours.” I smiled. “Do you want me to call you a taxi?”

“No I’m good. I just wanted a chat.” He smiled.

“What would you like to chat about?” I asked.

“I don’t know. You can start.”

“Okay. Why did you say you were sorry?” I asked and a look of confusion spread quickly across his face. “Earlier you said ‘trust me I’m sorry’. Just before you all went over to the table. We were talking about Sam? You winked. I saw it.”

“Oh yes the boyfriend.” He remembered.

“He’s not my-”

“I’m sorry because you’re such a beautiful girl and I will never get the pleasure or chance to ask you out.” He sighed deeply.

“Firstly I’m not dating him and secondly you’re drunk.”

“What does drinking have to do with anything?”

“It means I can’t take anything you say seriously.”

“It means everything I’m saying is what I’d want to say if I were sober.”

This made me scoff. Beautiful? Pleasure? Ask me out?

“Oli.” I sighed

“Do you want to go out some time?”

“You just said that you’d never-”

“Yeah but I decided to look past your boyfriend issue and ask you out anyways.”

“Stop cutting me off! Seriously. And I don’t have a boyfriend.” I complained.

“So it’s a date then. I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow night.”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You didn’t need to.” His smile was cheeky and mischievous. “I’m going back to the table now.”

I sighed in defeat. “Okay.”

“Smile. You look so beautiful when you smile, the way your eyes light up and your cheeks go pink. So beautiful.” He told me.

He then wobbled back to the table and slid in next to Mike. He picked up his glass, his eyes on me and now, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

His voice echoed in my ears.

So beautiful.

-Dot

my brain is getting way disorganized but like

something makes me very sure that lapis has bpd

or another cluster b personality disorder

just… people complain a lot about how her characterization jumps around and call it a lack of consistency on the writers/animators parts but like… idk

real actual people can have identities and actions like that so my first instinct is to say hey look at this person who has experienced trauma and is reacting to it in a very human way

simplystiles  asked:

If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?

uhm,,,,,,,,,, to bed?

no. idk i love cities & id love to travel like Out Of Country someplace but i don’t really have a specific place i’m pining for that i haven’t been to / can’t go w relative ease

there’s this national competition for violin that’s geared specifically towards non-asian POC, and I really want to do it because the cash prize is $10,000 for first place. I qualify because I have non-asian poc blood way back in my family tree, but it goes wayyy back, as in it’s from my father’s great-grandfather (he was Spanish). I want to do it but idk there are a lot of other minorities who look the part way more than I do. what should I do lol

Things Whispered Between Infinites

Namjoon/Reader

Genre: Fluff? Idk but there is some deep shit in there man

Word Count: 1,055

Summary: In between the call of midnight and the light of morning, you would always seem to find yourself here. With him.

A/N: This was originally posted on my main blog, but seeing as that I now have a blog specifically for fics, I am simply posting it here instead. If you have already seen this post just scroll past. If not, please read! Thanks!

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

It was practically routine by now. The position. The person. The place. Every night the same, yet still offering something so different. It was no surprise to you to find that dating Kim Namjoon came with deep, late night talks. In fact, it would be more surprising if it didn’t.

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