i know no one's even online now

anonymous asked:

(1) Hi Viria, I hope you are well :) I am sorry to bother you with this, but it's really important for me, and I wanted to share it with you. It'll be long and kinda sad at first, but it gets better, trust me. I'm a 23 y/o latina art student. When I was a baby, my mom left my dad and remarried, and my little sister was born when I was 10. She is the light of my life and I love her to no end. Our mom, however, had had and undiagnosed and untreated mental illness for years, and one day

(2) during a severe crisis she hurt us really bad. I was 12. She was taken away to a psychiatric hospital and Child Services prohibited her from ever getting near us again. Since then, I have been taking care of my little sister and practically raised her while my stepdad worked 2-3 shifts to afford our education and payment for my mom’s hospital, living and meds. He was always working and I took full responsibility for my sis. As you can imagine, even though I loved her with my life, 

 (3) the situation was very stressful and exhausting for me. By the time I was 15, I looked every bit a teen mom. One particularly hard night when my little sis had been crying about mom, I couldn’t sleep. So I turned to something that calmed me: the Harry Potter books. I read them online, and somehow ended up searching for HP fanart. That was the night I stumbled upon your DA account. And boy, did I love it! I know back in 2011 your skills weren’t what they are now,

(4) but I was blown away, and what’s more, I felt inspired to draw. I had never tried to make any art before; it wasn’t “my thing”. But that night, you inspired me. As time went by I kept drawing and closely followed your improvements. Your art was so relaxing, calming, and inspiring, that it really helped me during hard times. You kinda dragged me into all the cool fandoms, series and animes, and I found life to be far more bearable with so many awesome things to love and think about.

(5) Your DA and Tumblr were some sort of safe sapce for me. It always cheered me up and gave me joy, peace, inspiration. When the time came, I choose to study Art at college. It turned out you did too, and you kept up all the good stuff in your blogs. Weirdly enough, I kept feeling a sense of pride whenever you improved and got better. I was so strange that you were so so far away and didn’t even know I existed but you helped me so much.

(6) I got accepted at my country’s top University to study Fine Arts; I moved cities and took my sister with me; she grew into a wonderful, sensible, peaceful child, and her presence motivated me to be the best version of myself, while your art motivated me to keep expanding my academic/artistic abilities. Life was hard but good at college, and I had incredible opportunities. I am graduating this spring with an advanced studies specialization, and was recently hired to work at

(7) of a movie. It’s like living a dream. And tonight, just a couple hours ago, the most incredible thing happened. After dinner, my little sis came to me, phone in hand, and said “Hey Ana, you won’t believe what I found. There’s this girl who makes amazing art of all the fandoms you’re in. Her drawings are gorgeous and she has so many!”. She showed me your tumblr. I wanted to laugh and cry. She was amazed when she saw your old drawings and your current ones; speechless.

(8) She fell in love, and you know what? Immediatly after, she went to draw. She’s been doing so the past hours. I know this was offensively long, but Viria, I needed to thank you for what you did. Your art has always been SO much more than just digital drawings of fictional characters. It’s been the source of peace, safety and joy that so many of us crave. You have wonderfully impacted and influenced many people across the world with everything you make.

(9) I am so glad you exist and do what you do; you gave me the hobby that grew into my passion, thaught me so much, inspired me beyond belief and most of all, you helped make life more bearable. And now, you have made the same for my sister. Viria, the world wouldn’t be the same without you. You are truly a magnificent light among us, and for your existence and passion I’ll be forever grateful. Thank you, and may you always live the beautiful, happy, awesome life you deserve. Thank you.

I’m not even kidding I was sitting here peacefully chewing sandwich and by the end of these messages the sandwich was too salty so was my cappuccino I swear you got me to tears and now i’m just like

I’m a shaking emotional leaf but thank you so much for writing me! It means so much and i’m so touched and i just wish you and your sister all the best of luck, though it seems like you don’t really need it. Thank you, and I hope life goes wonderfully for you and your family! 

The Resistance Calendar
Organize. Resist. Repeat.

From my friend Michael Moore:

“GOOD NEWS FRIENDS! I’ve promised you a one-stop site, a clearinghouse of all actions – a RESISTANCE CALENDAR – where you can find EVERY upcoming action, protest, march, sit-in, town hall, anti-Trump, pro-democracy event in all 50 states! A site where YOU can post your own action so all can see it. A place where you can quickly go and check it daily, ensuring that you don’t miss any event in your area to stop the Trump madness.
So, right now, I and a team of graphic designers are launching the RESISTANCE CALENDAR!
Here’s the link: resistancecalendar.org
In addition to you finding events in your area, we want you to be able to post any local actions you’re aware of. So much is happening so fast it’s hard to keep track of all the actions popping up – but our intention is to do just that. Every day. A 24/7 clearinghouse of the already MASSIVE resistance to Trump, to the Republican Congress, and, yes, to many of the spineless Democratic politicians out there. We welcome all resisters across the movement to use this tool. It’s completely free. There’s no big “funder” or group behind it. There will be no ads, no commercialization, no fundraising lists – all the stuff we hate. Just you, me, the volunteers donating their time to keep it going and the World Wide Web. BOOM!
Follow the Resistance Calendar on Facebook at: facebook.com/resistancecalendar
Follow Resistance Calendar on Twitter at @ResistCalendar
Go to our site at www.resistancecalendar.org
When you go on Resistance Calendar, go to the search box and type in your city or state to find events near you. You can also type in keywords to find actions around issues in which you share a concern. Or you can just scroll down and see every upcoming event across the country in chronological order. In the other box you can add events happening in your area. Our team carefully curates the listings to guarantee accuracy.
A note of explanation: As we are still building this site, we will be constantly upgrading it. For instance, it’s going to have a killer map of the US and a big desk-style calendar where you can just click on any day and see what’s happening with the movement across America. We’ll have better and easier filters and other goodies. But for now, I wanted to get this up and let millions know what’s going on in their area.
Many large cities like New York, Seattle and Portland have excellent independent calendars online. My goal has been to have one all-encompassing national calendar covering even the smallest towns and villages. This calendar isn’t meant to replace anything out there that is doing great work, just add to it! A lot of you have asked me to put something like this together, so consider this as a simple contribution to the movement. It is crowdsourced, vetted and belongs to everyone. Let us know if you want to be part of the volunteer tech and curation team!
I sincerely hope this is a huge help and that all of you use it! Sign up on Facebook and Twitter now – and please tell your friends about it. Take a moment to add all the local events you know of. And remember – All hands on deck! It’s the only way we’re going to beat him and lessen the damage he’s doing. Our goal is his removal from office – and the defeat of any politician who isn’t with us. WE ARE THE MAJORITY.
Facebook: facebook.com/resistancecalendar
Twitter: @ResistCalendar

Sneak Pt. 1 [M]

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Graphic smut, this is pure filth, i am not sorry, ceo!namjoon

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: this shoot had me feeling all sorts of ways. don’t tempt me into making this a series because i very well could lol oops rip me. Also, this is unedited. I will be coming back to it to make edits once I finally sleep

Originally posted by jackjacky5

You stood behind the podium and stared out into the boardroom. The group of unamused business men clad in suits that costs 6 months of your rent stared back at you. The youthful face of the CEO stood out amongst the wrinkled frowns of everyone else in the room. You tried not to stare, or at least not let him notice you were staring. You had been working for this corporation for 3 months but you still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that Namjoon was your boss. Granted, there weren’t many CEO’s in their 20’s anyway.

But he was handsome. His dirty blonde hair always sat messily upon his head. Thick black framed glasses sat perfectly on his face while two dimples frame the sides of his perfect lips. Not that you had notice his perfect lips to begin with. Namjoon was your boss, a mantra that you had to remind yourself on a daily basis because if it weren’t for that then you would certainly be wanting to get him in the supply closet. But Namjoon was your boss.

Taking a deep breath, you started your presentation. It seemed like all the knowledge your fancy degree had given you went out the window as soon as you started to speak. You weren’t even sure if it was english, but before you knew it you had reached the last slide. Silence filled the room as the men in suits took in the last of your words. “Any questions?” you asked.

There was no response. Just pairs of empty eyes staring back at you. The overwhelming feeling of failure creeped into your bones as you stood awkwardly in place, unsure of what to do. Finally, the grumpiest of all the men raised an eyebrow and started to speak, “How is this relevant to our company? The ideas you are proposing are very provocative, but we don’t run the business this way. It seems a little out of reach, don’t you think?”

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I know it’s Christmas and I don’t want to be posting this first thing but…

I couldn’t sleep and I go on Twitter and I see this shit.

And I’m really sad now.

. @thisiseverydayracism @thisiswhiteculture @mixedgirlrants

Okay guys, I don’t usually write about games, but this is super important and dangerous, so I suggest you read:

There’s a game out called “Blue Whale.” You play it on your phone, and it has a list of challenges you complete. A lot of people are downloading and playing it, and this game is dangerous as hell; most of the challenges include hurting yourself.

Here’s how it works: the challenges work over the course of 50 days. At first, it starts off small, like watching horror games at a certain time of night, and then it continuously worsens.

“Why would someone play this game?” You ask. Because apparently, Blue Whale is targeted towards teens from ages 14-16, and are assigned a “master” that doles out these challenges. This “master” threatens that, if you don’t complete the challenges, they’ll kill your family (or something similar). I have no idea if there’s an actual person behind the screen that’s saying this, or just a robot.

Here’s where it gets even worse: the last challenge is to kill yourself, and it’s already brainwashed plenty of teens into doing just that. In Russia, an estimated 130 have already committed suicide. Now, it’s reportedly spreading all over the world.

Now, there is an error to what I’m saying, because there is technically no evidence that Blue Whale is leading to the deaths of these teens, but some that survived their suicide attempts have admitted that it was a Blue Whale challenge– the very last one.

Three people I know have already been invited to play it (likely by robots online), and I don’t want anyone making the mistake of downloading it.

This is a dangerous game, so don’t download it, and I’d suggest talking to your friends and siblings and kids (if you have any) about this and make sure they don’t download it, either. And if this is an urban legend like some think, then it’s better safe than sorry.

Also, spread the word so more people can know about this!

anonymous asked:

So recently I've taken to burning incense, but I find ones with chemicals to burn and irritate my sinuses. Do you know of/can recommend any that might have more natural properties?

Try making your own incense, or maybe even using essential oils in a diffuser. I honestly diffuse essential oils more often then burn incense now because incense tends to be a little strong for my boyfriend. Resins are great as well, although will smoke a bit more then stick incense. I try to avoid stick and cone incense as its easy to add chemicals to those, but here are a few shops I do trust for stick incense (that are online, there is a local place to me too but she doesn’t ship):

(I do a lot of shopping on etsy)

Now, I feel like I need to explain why I say to avoid stick and cone incense. A lot of places that mass produce incense like that use alcohol in their dipping formulas, and on top of that low quality oils with chemicals. Even more on top of that, a lot of those incense boxes that you can buy in store can potentially be YEARS old, which means they burn faster, and give off more irritants. My guess is this is done on purpose so you BUY more incense, because if it burns faster that means you need to buy more, more often… ANYWAY… Check that they are fresh. Buy stick and cone incense from smaller mom & pop places where they make their incense by hand if you have that available. That way you can ask questions and you can know the quality you are getting. Quality is important! :) Hope that helps! :D

anonymous asked:

where's the dress

Hi. This is the behind the picture of the dress that was released (I think) from a Chinese Magazine (from my understanding) today or recently. 

It has the whole fandom confused. I’m just going to write out my thoughts and the theories floating around right now. 

Alternate Enchantress ending’ This I think is the most likely. From what my friends on here have heard, there was an alternate Enchantress ending where one of them was going to be what we saw in the movie, non-Joker and non-Harley get married and have kids. And the second version, which we didn’t see, was a Joker and Harley ‘happy’ ending where they get married. This all seems to check right? Well it doesn’t check off the bruise on her face. 

Did they get married after the chemical wedding scene?’ Possibly. But look at what she’s wearing around her neck and her tattoo. Yes, it’s possible that Joker gave her all these things as gifts right after the chemical wedding but… idk that doesn’t seem… you know? 

Her hair is like that at the end of the movie!!’ Yes, her hair is like that at the end of the movie, but again that doesn’t explain why there’s a huge bruise on her face. She didn’t have one at the end of Suicide Squad. I know Joker is unpredictable but something tells me he didn’t punch her in the face after their sweet reunion. Again, I don’t think so because from all the spoilers that leaked online from early screenings, the ending was always the same as the one we got. I mean the most difference I saw was some people said Joker and Harley kissed in the cage at the end but that is the only ‘change’ and I can’t even confirm if that kiss is true. 

Alternate dancing scene?’ This is the theory that I like the best right now, and is the most probable to me. That Harley was supposed to be wearing this dress in that mini montage scene after Joker does ECT on her. Maybe they scrapped the dress to put her in the original harlequin costume. But STILL THAT DOESN’T EXPLAIN THE BRUISE. HELP. I LIKE LOGIC. I DON’T LIKE TO BE LEFT IN THE DARK, DAVID AYER!

In conclusion, I don’t think they are legit married. Because that’s way too much commitment for the studio in the first movie out. Maybe WB realized this and told David Ayer to scrap the scene and never speak of it again lol. 


Lent 2017

Today is the first day of Lent and I’ve been racking my brain as to what to commit to. In the past I’ve given up pop, cheese,  the scale, and decluttered like a ninja (woot!) to name a few, and have always enjoyed the tradition of this time of year. 

But for the past few days I’ve been thinking a lot about what to give up, or what habit to change, and I really can’t think of anything.  So much so, I almost feel like this is a sign I’m very content in life… maybe?  

I am fully onboard (perhaps even driving) the calorie counting bus; tomorrow marks one month of doing it practically perfectly (we’re talking measuring everything and writing everything down; even the oil spray on my roasted veggies!  And with this new initiative of mine, I’ve also cut out all pop/juice and just drink water… and coffee, because I’m not that nutty. 

I’ve been going to CrossFit consistently at least four times a week, and pushing myself like whoa.  (I haven’t lost any weight from my calorie-counting-crossfit commitment, which is awfully frustrating, but I’ll save that for another post). 

I’ve also been: getting at least eight hours of sleep a night, reading a ton, not shopping too much (I added “too much” because I am shopping a bit, but I’m saving so much money being in Detroit, and have my finances in control that I don’t feel like it’s a bad thing).  

I don’t go on social media that much anymore (last week I went at least three days completely forgetting about Facebook!) and hardly even watch TV in the evenings (although I did have one Saturday where I watched 3,002 Say Yes to the Dress Episodes).  I’ve been trying new recipes. And, as I noted in a post earlier this year, my apartment/life is so decluttered that I couldn’t do the decluttering trend right now, as I’ve already done it. 

I’m definitely not saying life is all sunshine and sparkles, but I do feel like this year I have my sh*t together, and there’s no gaping area or annoying habit that I’m dwelling on.  Even my obsession / fascination / infatuation with cheese has been subdued… I KNOW. Whoa.  


as I type this post I know there’s one area I could change. I don’t even want to admit it, but I’d be lying if I didn’t; dating. I am such a bad online dater. I am terrible and lazy and awful at responding to messages, and I never ever ever ever put myself out there, because LOL, rejection sucks. 

I wrote earlier this year that a goal of mine was to either fall in love or get heart broken in 2017, and I have taken approximately no steps towards this goal, which means perhaps I should focus on that for Lent? Maybe? Yes? Is that a weird one?  

I would not say I’m lonely, but I am alone a lot, and although I am living in a different country from my home, so I have no idea what my actual game plan would be if I did start dating a lot, it would still be nice to have company.  And, it is something I think about a lot (like how last Saturday I went to a birthday and was the 7th wheel. Cool. Cool.)   It would also be nice to explore Detroit with someone, and have someone to watch Netflix with / do nothing with. Someone to share my wins with (as I had a win today at work, and realized there’s nobody to tell it to… ). 

Hmmm, but I don’t know. I don’t know because as I type this I know I’d choose a night alone on my couch 302 times over  an awkward first date. BUT. But I am getting older and I don’t think love will hit me on my couch reading a book, which means I must actually force myself to get out there, and, well, at least try putting myself out there.

And thus with the conclusion of this post which started out to declare I had nothing to do for Lent, here I am telling you that I will commit to messaging at least one person a day. If he doesn’t write back, so be it, but I at least must try. So 40 days of putting myself out there, hmmm, let’s see how this goes. 

And just like that, 2017′s Lent is established. Thanks for listening! 

An Open Letter to Cow Chop

Ever since I was born, I was diagnosed with a neuromuscular disease called Spinal Muscular Atrophy. It’s like ALS in that it’s degenerative. Right now, I’m in a wheelchair and can barely use my hands to drive my power wheelchair and control my computer. My whole life is online since that’s the only thing I can really do, even my university is an online program. I used to be able to play video games like Mario Kart and Pokémon and now my disease has even taken that away from me. Since I still enjoyed the video game culture I decided to look into YouTubers playing them instead. From that day forward, everything was different.
It started with Seamus and his GTA IV videos, he was the first person I had subscribed to. One day he made a video about the drama with his group of friends (we all know who that was). So, I decided to check some of the other guys out and that’s how I was introduced to James, starting with his Hey You Pikachu! videos. (I can’t believe it’s been three years!) I’ve been along for the long haul and have enjoyed every minute of it. Starting around January of 2016 I had received yet another diagnosis of chronic kidney stones. Since I don’t move, my bones basically are decalcifying constantly, which leads to calcium kidney stones. From March to September I had extensive kidney shockwave surgeries which were excruciating and barely helped the overlying problem. During that period, I was severely depressed. Not being able to do anything physically while having to suffer so much AND trying to keep my grades up junior year was dreadful. It was to the point where I wasn’t even sure if my quality of life was worth suffering so much for.
However, as many of us know, something else appeared that year. On April 1, 2016, Cow Chop uploaded their first video and changed my life for the better. The way James and Aleks took such a major leap of faith in creating the channel astounded me. Their courage showed me that you must work hard for what you want in life and that it isn’t chocolates and roses every day. So, every day that summer when I came home from the hospital feeling like shit I’d log on to YouTube and be able to laugh at whatever amazing video they released that day. Especially with this LA move, everybody at Cow Chop has taught me that sometimes you just need to take that step forward to make your dreams come true. I am now looking forward to starting my major of Computer Science and I wouldn’t be where I am today without the amount of entertainment and positivity that this one group of people has attributed to my life. So, from the bottom of my heart thank you, James, Aleks, Trevor, Brett, Joe, Anna, Asher, and Lindsey!

As a final post on this “discourse” sideblog, I want to talk about something not specific to the ace discourse, but rather something that cuts across all groups, all people online or off. Whatever you are arguing or whatever side you are on, we as humans are prone to confirmation bias and the online world is no better place than to create echo-chambers.

I have always felt that teaching myself skepticism was one of the best things I could have done for myself. It was during that time I was also active in the atheist community, online and off. The skeptic and atheist community often overlapped and it was from these groups that I became a feminist.

New atheist groups often wonder why they are largely made up of white men, and if you challenge them on their sexism/racism etc… it becomes obvious why, which is what happened to me. I was the darling women on a majority male forum agreeing with them that religion is the source of all evil, therefore exempting atheist men from things like sexism and all other bigotries. It wasn’t until an argument about rape culture came up that I saw just how deeply misogynist some of these men were.

So my venture into skeptic and atheist groups not only taught me the scientific process and logical fallacies but it also steered me towards social justice. I am no longer friends with any of those people in real life or online. Once I became a feminist and was able to identify their sexism, I wasn’t their darling atheist spokeswoman anymore. It was another valuable lesson in the way people form their groups and their echo-chambers within. How people will ignore some really bad things just to stay included and how they will turn when someone strays. Some people may be thinking of trump supporters now, but everyone is susceptible to this type of behavior.

Fast forward a few years later, but still a few years ago and I had to deal with a callout on an anonymous forum I moderated bc they monitored my tumblr and I made the sin of reblog from and being in mutuals with the wrong people, (who were just ppl they didn’t like including people I’ve since met IRL.) I was dubbed a transphobe not for anything I explicitly said or did that was transphobic, it was guilt by association. Had to leave the forum, as this was also invitation to make up other horrible things I never did bc they could and now ppl were ready to believe.

This is around the time TERF started catching on, and while I certainly agree with calling out transphobia in feminism (I would never insist a trans woman is male, I think thats a violent act against trans women! And I despise it being done in the name of feminism) but at the same time it turned into a witch hunt for anyone who talked about sex-based oppression that even ended up attacking other trans woman for not towing a certain Tumblr rhetoric on these issues!

I’m no LGBT elder by any means, but I have been online since I was about 12 and I’m 32 now. I remember a time when the internet was far more horrible on SJ matters but also far more anonymous. People never dropped their real name; now one of the biggest social media sites requires it. And before that even happened I still saw a lot of petty bullshit happening online that wound up really hurting people IRL. So now with it easier to find out who people are and where they live, I can only imagine how online drama has ruined lives. We know it has driven people to suicide, and so as fun as it is to get self righteously angry at people for whatever your cause is, there’s still a person at the other end and no one’s perfect.

I am truly disturbed at how incredibly cliquey SJ groups are online, how callout posts aren’t for extreme racist sexist bigots, but for some drama I can’t even parse in their so called “proof”. And then you have activists on this site who block anyone who disagrees with them so their criticisms can’t show up in the notes. Some even go so far as dox people now for daring to disagree! K(And let’s be clear, I shed no tears for literal nazis being doxxed and losing their job, that’s just not what I’m seeing)

It’s easy, its human nature to fall into social pressures and conform to whatever the Big Names in your group are saying without question and to defend an absurd position based on emotional attachment than logical assessment. And we know it’s also easy to fall into a mob mentality and scapegoat people for all our problems. It’s also super fucking easy to plead mental illness and pretend you should be allowed to say anything you want without criticism, something that I hate so much as one who suffers from many mental issues including anxiety. (That’s why I created rules for myself when arguing online so I didn’t end up giving myself panic attacks over an internet edge lord)

I say this knowing I have participated in this behavior myself as well as having been a victim of it. But a lot in my life has changed and I am an older and sicker… and still likely to make similar mistakes. Point is I have learned and I have trained myself to not to fall into these traps and it does help. Experience is one hell of a teacher but it doesn’t have to be the only one.

No one can know if they are 100% right on any given issue, we all have our convictions for a reason. The difference is are you willing to listen to dissent? Are you willing to challenge your opinion and put it to the test? Or do you make block lists and shun anyone who entertains any different opinion? (a classic tactic amongst anti-vax groups when a parent sees the science) My convinction of many of my beliefs comes from the fact I have argued them over and over again, discharging beliefs that did not pass the test, while strengthening my arguments for and belief in those that do.

Make no mistake, when it does come to the so called “discourse” both sides can be guilty of this shit. I claim no purity.
And I am in no way implying that we tolerate hate groups and violent hate speech, like those of nazis bc unfortunately nazis are actually relevant again, but I am saying some of you need a reality check on what that exactly entails, because a lesbian speaking her truth is not it.

And for god sakes don’t put teens on block lists, you know it invites harassment, you fucking know it.

Hospitality || Conor

Conor masterpost found here

Word count - 1,651

Summary - The one where things get messy.


You were literally only gone for an hour, two tops. As usual, you spent the whole day at home. Today you did a lot of spring cleaning. You were extremely happy with yourself. The kitchen was shining and spotless and you even went so far as to mop the hardwood floor. Your next task was to wash the windows but, when you went to check, you found that you were out of glass cleaner. So, you went to make a quick run to the shops to pick some up.

Naturally a quick run to the shops turned into a little bit more. It was rush hour so traffic was a bitch, and when you ran into an old friend at the store, you couldn’t help but stand and chat with her for ages (you always were the chatty kind).

When you finally got back home, you weren’t surprised to find your boyfriend Conor and the rest of the boys at your apartment. You gave them a smile and a wave. “Hey boys,” you said casually, “how are-”

You froze in your tracks, staring at the kitchen you had spent the whole day cleaning. It was a mess. Seemingly all the food was out of the fridge and on the counter. Bottles of soda were left empty with spills all over the counter top, some even going onto the floor. Packets of crisps were strewn everywhere, tossing crumbs left and right. How long had you been gone? In such a short amount of time, a tornado seemingly ran through your kitchen.

You felt your temper rising. “Conor,” you said slowly, “can I talk to you in the bedroom for a minute?” He quirked an eyebrow but obliged and followed you into your bedroom. You really didn’t want to have this fight. You had it a million times before. And anyway, he had friends over. You just wanted to tell him how you felt and maybe ask him to clean up his mess. “Can you clean up the kitchen?” you asked, closing the bedroom door behind you.

“Ah, the lads and I were just about to head out,” he said. “We’re going to dinner. You can come if you’d like.”

“I’d like it if you cleaned the kitchen,” you said again.

“Why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

“You sound angry.”

“I’m not!”

“Well now you’re yelling!”

“Because you accused me of being angry!”

“Because you are angry!”

“Well now I’m angry because you said I was angry when I wasn’t angry!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. “I spent the whole day cleaning that kitchen. I mopped the floor and washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters til they shined. Literally all day I spent cleaning that damn kitchen and in the span of an hour you all manage to destroy it! All I’m asking is for you to clean up the mess you made before you go out to eat!”

“You didn’t need to clean the kitchen!” Conor yelled back. “It’s not my fault you spent the whole day cleaning instead of going out and having a job or something!” You felt a chink in your armor.

“That’s not fair,” you said, trying your best to still sound strong. “You know it’s hard for me to get a job. I’m just a year out of uni and-”

“Yeah and with what?” Conor scoffed. “A hospitality degree? I didn’t know that would mean you spending 24/7 locked up in our house cleaning and fixing things that don’t need it! Why don’t you go be a housekeeper for someone else or something, get out of the house and do something besides drive me up the wall?”

You didn’t respond. You felt tears welling up in your eyes so you turned on your heel and stormed out of the bedroom. The boys were all staring at you when you walked out but you ignored them. You slipped on your shoes quickly and walked out the door, not even bothering to grab your phone as you did so.

It was nearing dusk, so the streets were quiet. Your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, as you weren’t even really thinking about where you were going. After about 15 minutes of walking, you arrived at a playground. It was empty, all of the kids usually occupying it probably home with their families. You sulked up to the swing set and sat down on a swing, kicking your feet against the woodchips on the ground. You didn’t even realize that you were crying until you felt a tear slide down the tip of your nose. You wiped it away harshly, angry at yourself for letting Conor get the best of you.

You and Conor hardly ever fought, but when you did it was always over the stupidest things. Who last took out the garbage? Where did you want to go for dinner? Why couldn’t you wait for me before you ate? Things like arguing over a mess in the house wasn’t new, but when Conor threw your unemployment into the mix, you broke.

It crushed you that you didn’t have a job. Conor was right, a hospitality degree wasn’t getting you anywhere. Who wanted to hire a girl fresh out of university anyway? You had little job experience so your resume looked bleak. You tried and tried to get jobs but were always turned down. You hadn’t spoken to Conor about it, but you were considering taking some online courses. Maybe you could work towards obtaining a degree better than the one you had now. But that wouldn’t change anything right now. It wouldn’t change the fact that Conor was disappointed in you. It wouldn’t change the fact that you were disappointed in yourself.

You had been so deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed Conor walk up to the swing set. You only realized he was there when he sat down on the swing beside you. “How’d you know I was here?” you asked quietly, sniffing and rubbing your sweatshirt sleeve under your nose.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Just kind of thought about all the places you like to go. Thought about this one and came here.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” you huffed, turning your head so you didn’t have to look at him.

“(Y/N),” Conor sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry I said those things. I shouldn’t have.”

“Yeah well you did,” you said, glaring at him harshly. “You said them and now you can’t take them back. You can’t take back anything and now I know that you think I’m a failure.”

“I don’t think you’re a failure!” he said, reaching out to grab your hand. You retracted it. “I don’t think you’re a failure,” he said again, his tone calmer now.

“I don’t have a job and all I have is this stupid hospitality degree,” you mumbled.

“But you’ll find one,” he assured you. “I know you will.”

“I’ve been looking for almost a year!” you said, putting your face in your hands. “I’m going to be unemployed forever forced to sit at home and wait for you! Play the part of the housewife who wears the yellow rubber gloves and an apron and says, Oh hi dear, how was work at the studio? There’s a fresh pie on the counter! Dinner is almost ready too. I don’t want to be her. I want to do something that won’t make you ashamed to be with me.”

“Hey,” Conor said gently, reaching out to hold your hand again. This time you let him. “I am never ashamed to be with you. Ever. What I said I said out of anger. I could never understand how hard it is for you to get a job. I can’t even begin to understand all the work you had to do to get you to this point. I’ve had it easy, and sometimes I forget that others didn’t. I was being insensitive and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to ever think that I’m disappointed in you or ashamed to be with you.”

Conor stood up from his swing and crouched in front of you. “I love you,” he said firmly. “No matter what. I need you to know that.”

“I know,” you said quietly. “I love you too.” Conor placed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you off of the swing and into a hug.

“Oh god, there you are!”

You and Conor both looked up and saw Caspar, Oli, and Joe running up to you both. “We split up to find you,” Caspar said, clearly out of breath. “Conor didn’t tell us he found you.”

“Sorry,” Conor said. “I was a little busy.”

“You’re a right jackass,” Joe muttered, pushing his friend lightly. “I swear we circled all of London.”

“Sorry,” you said, embarrassed.

“Don’t be,” Oli said. “It’s this one who should be sorry. He was being a total ass to you.” The other boys nodded and mumbled their agreements.

“And I am sorry,” Conor said, stopping his friends from speaking as a small blush formed on his cheeks. “We already talked about it.”

“I texted Jack,” Joe said. “Told him we found you.”

“You boys didn’t have to come looking for me,” you said bashfully. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“It’s alright,” Oli assured you. “We’ve always got to help clean up after he messes something up.”

“In that case,” Conor laughed, “I’ll need you all to help me clean the kitchen before we go to dinner.”

The other boys groaned but turned in the direction to head back to the house. You smiled up at Conor and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled, gave you a small side hug, then grabbed your hand as you followed the boys back to your flat.

we all die in the end and no one truly knows what comes after this life, so I want you all to know that I’m happy I got to meet you and cross your paths, even if it’s just online. Of all the years, decades, centuries to have been born, it was now, with you.

anonymous asked:

My brother (now my sister) just came out to me as trans MTF but I'm the only one she told because I am also transgender (FTM) and it pains me to have to use her deadname and he/him pronouns for her when we are in public or with the family because I know how much it hurts. What should I do to make her feel better?

I suppose you can call her the right name and pronouns in private, maybe introduce her to some nice support groups online or irl, and just be there for her. Maybe even plan to transition together? So you both have something to look forward to. Sorry I’m not more help.

anonymous asked:

"That's it" Lance thought "He found out my biggest secret and will never look at me the same way ever again"

“That’s it,” Lance thought aloud. “He found out my biggest secret and will never look at me the same way ever again.”

“Oh, come on, Lance. It isn’t that big of a deal.” Hunk reassured him with a pat on his back. “Besides, I did that with you. So it’s my biggest secret too in a way.”

“It’s so embarrassing!” Lance whined in distress as he covered his face. 

“I don’t think it’s that bad. Besides, we were kids! I’m sure Keith has done something just as embarrassing.” Hunk replied. He was being so nonchalant about all of his and Lance could not understand how he was managing to do that.

Lance slowly dragged his hands down from his face and narrowed his eyes at Hunk. “You’re telling me that you seriously think that Keith sat in a bathtub for at least 2 hours, waiting to become a mermaid, and experiencing a soul-crushing disappointment when it didn’t happen?”

Hunk stared at him for a moment then gave a nervous laugh, “I mean… Probably not that exactly, but there’s a chance he did something similar, I’m sure. Maybe you should ask him about it?”

“No, I can’t.” Lance responded, covering his face once again, “I can never show my face to him again.”

Lance jumped when there was a sudden knock on his door. His heart sank. He knew it was Keith. His life was over. 

Hunk, knowing there was no way Lance was going to answer the door himself, got up and answered it for him.

Lance’s sinking heart was indeed correct, it was Keith at the door.

“Oh, hey, Keith.” Hunk said, giving Lance a glance to see him pop up into a sitting position, clearly dying inside.

“Hi.” Keith replied and Hunk stepped aside so he could come in.

Keith walked in and turned his attention to Lance immediately. “You know how you told me that embarrassing thing you did as a kid?”

“Please do not… remind me…” Lance squeaked out, shrinking into himself.

“I was thinking about it… And then I started thinking about my embarrassing moment.. Do you.. Want to know about it so we’ll be even?” 

Lance slowly raised his head, curious now. “Yes?”

Keith took a deep breath then sighed deeply. “Well.. When I was younger and I first got into cryptids… I read somewhere online that if you stayed out in the woods for long enough, you could become one so I stayed out in the woods for a few days and when Shiro came to get me, I told him I was trying to become a cryptid… And he just.. Sighed.. I was very disappointed when he explained to me that my attempts were not how it worked.”

Lance stared at him, “…..Oh my god…”


“Well, uh… Keith? You’re a cryptid in your heart.. And to me.. And that’s all that matters?” Lance tried to reassure him in a weary tone.

Keith laughed lightly, “you’re a mermaid to me, Lance.”

“Nice!” Lance exclaimed.

Hunk watched them with a smile. He was glad this was settled. 

chasing--the--universe  asked:

. When a boy (anyone) says you're so X I feel like I can't keep up its not them asking you to lower yourself, it's them asking you to raise them to your level. Is it annoying? Yes. But the best way around it is to tell them things that they genuinely are good at. The point of any friendship or relationship should be, in my opinion, should be so that each party should they wish can be taught things that they aren't good at. I understand its frustrating, but the rudeness is unnecessary

I’m 31 and married and too tired to be friendly with or dating anyone who gets arsey with me if they aren’t as good as me.

Plus, agreeing with someone’s statement and deciding not to fuck them because they aren’t what you want is rude in what universe now? And why should I put the effort in raising up some sadboy I don’t even know? I’m too busy making myself a version I’m happiest with.

- see this followers? You literally can never win. Unless you spend all your intellectual and emotional and sexual effort raising some no-one up you’re rude and mean and strangers will criticise you online.

From your forgotten friend

Hello, old friend. It’s me, the person who you met online some years ago. You were a shy individual back then, but I remember how we bonded over your love of drawing. We shared interests, aspirations and ideals. I suppose that’s why we became such close comrades.

I remember how we used to spend many hours chatting away about life, learning stories and fundamentals about each other’s being. It was those times when we inspired ideas from each other. We sketched, traded and encouraged each other time and time again. It was also around this time that I ended up introducing you to another long-time online friend of mine. As I expected, and hoped, you two got along instantly and formed your own bond, which was the best result I could have hoped for. I wanted you to meet new people and gain confidence in yourself.

But something has changed, old friend of mine.

Over the years I began noticing something. Something which has led to this moment. Soon after I introduced the two of you to each other, the time you spent with me started to decline. At first I didn’t think much of it, as of course, your circle of friends had grown and naturally wanted to spread time around.

However, more time passed, and the amount of times we spoke kept dropping. You were becoming a very busy, and widely, loved person. Particularly with the friend I originally introduced you to. Many the times I would wake up in the morning to find you two had done some collaboration work, been enjoying a stream or show together, or enjoying some gaming well early into the night, long after I’d gone to bed.

I suppose that can’t be helped though. After all, I live in a completely different time zone to you. When it was time for me to get some rest, it seemed like it was time for you to truly come to life. My friend, of course, doesn’t have that issue. They live only an hour or two away from you. So you guys could play games and watch stuff together without having to think about the timing.

I can’t say I blame you, though. That friend of mine lives near you, has similar tastes in games and has better media equipment than I do, beyond what I can afford. There’s nothing I could offer you that they already could. And from the looks of it, did so. I remember when I asked if you would mind if I joined in on one of your projects, but you explained how it was something you’d always wanted to do with your ‘bro’. That was when I realized you’ve never referred to me as a ‘bro’, while I’d considered you one since shortly after we met.

Once again I decided to try and push this silly notion out of my mind.  Maybe it was some part of me, or something I said, that has pushed you away. It would have been nice to find out it that was the case, but at this point you hardly ever spoke to me anymore. I kept thinking it was bad timing due to new jobs or prior arrangements, but it wasn’t, was it?

Every time I tried to strike up a conversation with you, I could tell you weren’t interested. Or distracted, as you’d often called it. I’d ask about stuff, but you just gave one word answers. The depth of our conversations is long gone.

You may not think it, but I can read between lines. Everytime I noticed my friend was also online, you show no interest in conversing. Even after, I was the last thing on your mind.

I know you’re doing extremely well for yourself now. You have a plethora of friends from here, DeviantArt etc who cherish you. Makes sense, you always make time for them.

I remember, old friend, how you explained to me, back when we used to share stories, that you dreaded the feeling of being a third wheel in a friendship. A forgotten friend. The one that people only speak to when they want something.

You told me you wouldn’t wish that on anybody.

But i never expected that you would do that exact thing to me. Sure, I’m not a very open person but I do know what rejection feels like.

At this point, you’re probably wondering why I’m writing this here. Simple, really. I’ve attempted contect with you several times over the past six months but 90% of the time I don’t get any response. For whatever reason that may be. But I know you’ll see this post pop up, so I know you’ll likely be reading it, one way or another.

I haven’t been happy with iife for about a year now. Some of my other friends know this, but you know me, old friend, I was never one to say much about myself or ask was help, was I? I wanted to ask you since I was there to pick you up when you felt down about things.

Maybe you remember. Maybe you don’t. But I wanted to let you know anyway.

- From your forgotten friend.

So, uh.

Hello, everyone! Long-time no see, Rune Factory fandom.

I’ve been mega busy this past year-and-a-half, and as a result… Yeah, I kinda ignored this side blog a while ago, relatively unannounced (aside from the occasional event promotion). Poof. Gone.

Seriously, who am I, Venti? Kyle? Rune Factory 5′s uncertain existence?

Not sure how many of y’all are still here, how many newbies are here, if anyone even remembers this blog, etc. ;;;

But! I want to attempt to come back! I might not be online online super often, but I would like to queue up some art/fic/HCs in the tag, if nothing else, just to try and get the ball rolling for myself again/keep the RF stuff neatly in one place.

Any asks in my inbox right now will likely be deleted, since many of them are very old (I’m so sorry to those of you I never responded to ;;; ). I probably won’t have a TON of time to answer asks, but if you give me a few days, I’ll try to come online and answer them to the best of my ability. I don’t know if I’ll have a lot of time for a ton of content creation or even dumb little memes, at least at first, but I hope I can ease myself back into that again.

So! I hope the RF fandom isn’t… Totally dead… I know it’s been a while since we’ve heard anything on the status of the series, but hope dies with the stubborn, eh? And I don’t know about you folks, but I’m stubborn as a Buffamoo.

And besides, in the meantime, no reason we can’t appreciate the games anyway, right? :>

So, you’ll get a steady stream of (likely old and new) RF content from the tags over the next week or so, hopefully, once I set up a proper queue.In the meantime, hope y’all have a wonderful, Runey-filled week!

[I’ll also update the theme of my blog when I get the chance, hopefully sometime tonight or later this week.]

Cheers, and happy farming!

~ Lai

“OMG Sera Myu at Anime Matsuri! We should support more Sera Myu in the US!”

…Really now?

Then how come I didn’t see all of you Sera Myu fans turning out for Power Morphicon 2014…

…or for Eternal Con 2016 in New York last June (which even had a bunch of the DiC/Cloverway Sailor Moon dub cast too!)…

…OR for Power Morphicon 2016 last August…

…for this guy? How come I never saw any of you talking about these appearances before or after the fact either, even though they were mentioned in various places online? How come I’ve never seen any of you talking about wanting ANY Myu cast–new or old alike–at US conventions before now?

But I bet that’s probably because most of you in the Myu fandom right now don’t even know who this is, do you? This is Yuuta Mochizuki, one of the original Myu cast members and still one of the longest-running cast members EVER with eight years (1993-2001) and literally HUNDREDS of Myu performances to his name. He was Kunzite in the first Myu ever, then moved on to Tuxedo Mask (1993-98, and still the longest-running Tux), King Endymion (1998-99), and Count Dracul (2000-01), not to mention the action choreographer from 1998 to 2001. Literally a living legend of Sera Myu.

Yes, the earliest Myu are very much a product of their time and the costumes aren’t as pretty as the current ones, but without the original musicals that ran from 1993 to 2005, Sera Myu as you know it now may not even exist! Did you know that the original musical theme “La Soldier” was used in the climactic battle at the end of R? Or that the version of “Moonlight Densetsu” used for the S and SuperS openings was performed by the musical cast of the time? That’s how big the Myu were in the ‘90s! Even previously manga-only attacks like Tuxedo La Smoking Bomber and the Inner Senshi’s new attacks from the Infinity arc showed up in the Myu a good 20 years before they were finally animated in Crystal.

So to make a long story short…if you really actually cared about Sera Myu cast appearing in the US, you’d support ALL the Myu cast, not just the new!Myu. The original cast paved the way for what you love now; the least you can do is show them your respect.

(And no, I don’t care that the conventions mentioned here focused more on his tokusatsu roles. I don’t care that I’m even cosplaying one of those roles in one of my photos here. I happen to be a fan of those too. But I know for certain that he and his US agent want to use his Myu roles as a means of appearing at more conventions. They’ve even personally asked me to provide material to help with such promotion, which I was more than happy to do purely out of appreciation and love for the Myu and expecting nothing else in return. And isn’t that kind of selfless love and appreciation what Sailor Moon as a whole is all about?)

[2017.04.07 - 7 Ultra JUMP] YAMADA Ryosuke (part 1/2)


(…) Spread your wings, young people ! (…) I’m lvl 460 ! (…) when I’ll be 30yo (…)

Hello there ! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

In this 7UJ, the topic is JUMP History !
And this time, he’s talking about a collection he did when we was younger, and a cute anecdote about Namiya’s movie ! Also, in the opening part, he talks about game (yes, again XD) !

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