i hit if first

@the world if there’s ever a re-animate project like Moon Animate Make-Up or Gemanimate but with RWBY, just let me know, just HIT ME UP FIRST I’M THERE FOR THAT

not that I don’t love rwby’s style and aesthetic–and god KNOWS I love those fight scenes–but I’d love to see a bunch of people do their own takes on it as a tribute!  and to be part of it!

In march 30th of the last year I used tumblr for the first time and created this blog. At first it was really only for saw beautiful fanarts and have more contents about kpop and I didn’t think about having mutuals or anything. It was only me, by myself, enjoying my mess alone haha, and then, 6 months ago, I decided to search mutuals because this looked fun to talk and share thing with them. I’m really glad I choose to come and stay here with you. Basically this post is only here for thanks you for being by my side ♥ (EDIT : While writing this post I hit my first hundred ??! Like the day of my first anniversary ?! Thank you so much my cuties ;; ♥)


@all my followers : Thank you to be here and accept this blog which truely is a mess, I appreciate every single one of you even if I didn’t talk to all of you. Every time I get an ask or a notification from you this make me happy because I know at least one person appreciate the content I share, so thank you !


@all my mutuals : Looking for mutuals was the best idea ever ??! I wish I could talk with all of you all the time to be honest. I appreciate all of you. Thank you to always tagging me and sharing thing with me. 

@idontknowibangtagon, @ogatalata, @oh-park-chanyeol, @shinwhoohoo, @jbumholic, @xminghaou, @cnbluenevergiveup, @crescentlavmoon, I especially want to thank you and tell you that I appreciate you, and your blog, a lot, and for those with who I had a discussion with, I really enjoyed it ♥

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I think the concept of leaving society first hit me at 12. Like I’d like to be isolated tbh as a young kid I wanted to move to Alaska now I’m trying to go somewhere that’s isolated but close to a city/town I can be ‘regular’ in. But they’d still probably look at me like I’m the weird dude from the mountains who talks to his plants and crystals.

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It’s bad out there. Worse than I anticipated.

it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.

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Azurrin Week 2016 Day 5: Song


Bonus:

but it’s like-
the night throbs in my veins sometimes
and i don’t know what to do with this energy?
it isn’t my heart, no, not that, not anything known,
but it flows like blood would and i want to leap out of the window-
i want to meet the stars / i want to tell them that the night
isn’t the darkest place that i’ve been but even when i’m there
somehow starlight still guides me.

l.s. | it flows like blood would © 2017

consider: cameos for both Cassian & Jyn in the Han Solo movie, wherein they narrowly miss meeting each other

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Recently I was talking with another reptile keeper about reptiles and scents. They said that some reptiles are repelled by the scent of superworm beetles (Zophobas morio). I do not know if this is true or not, but as stinky as these beetles are when you mess with them I could definitely see some reptiles or some animals in general being repelled by the scent of them!

So today I decided to test this info out and see if Odin is repelled by the beetle stink! As many of you know Odin and beetles do not mix well! To remove the risk of Odin eating a beetle I decided to risk my sense of smell and harass some of my adult superworm beetles with a napkin to get the napkin nice and stinky for this test! The answer ended up being NO it doesn’t matter how stinky these beetles are Odin still wants to eat them!!!!

Also for Odin taking the time to participate in this test he got some treats from the bug bin immediately afterwards!  

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deleted scene from x men first class

(insp.)

bonus:

what you gon do now charl