i need a minute... or two

Me: I just handed in my assignment

Film/Video/Animation Student: Hahaha 😂 You probably just emailed 📧 it to your professor and it probably only took 5 🖐 seconds ⏲. I bet the entirety of your undergrad is saved 💾 on one thumb drive. Me? By the time I graduate I would have bought 💵 two portable hard drives just so I can back up my assignments, each of which are at least 3 GB and that’s just the final .mov 🎥 file. Anyway, I need to go upload my work to the teacher’s station. It’s gonna take a whole 2 ✌️ minutes 🕰 to load this masterpiece and I don’t want to keep anybody waiting. 🎞📽📹

I envy the writers who can write good quality fanfics in one sitting and get it out the day they started writing it. I envy the writers who can give their followers new fics every fucking day. I envy writers who can easily get ideas and build from them without having to drive them self up the wall. I envy writers who don’t have to ask their friend for fanfic ideas or prompts because they don’t fucking have a single creative fucking bone in their motherfucking body. I envy writers who don’t have to spend days trying to put their thoughts into words and even when they do they can only manage to do two fucking paragraphs because they’re that fucking useless at what they love. I envy writers who find writing easy and simple and can do it without a fucking second thought. I envy writers that don’t need constant fucking validation to feel good enough because they’re that fucking paTHETIC. I FUCKING ENVY WRITERS THAT DONT FUCKIG HATE THEIR WORK THE MINUTE THEY START WRITING. I ENVY WRITERS THAT CAN PUT OUT WORK WITHOUT FUCKING SHAKINGN WITH FEAR OF IT BOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH. I FUCKING ENVY WRITERS THAT ARE CONFUDENT WITH THEMSELVES AND THEIR WRITING. I FUCKING ENVY MOTHERFUCKJNG WRITERS WHO DONT FUCKIGN THINK EVERY THING THEY DO IS ABSOLUTE SHIT

dowhatyoulike  asked:

Did I have my hopes up too high convinced we'd get to hear Candice sing? Even several minutes in I was like wait a second what if James showed up?! ... But they know how to get us with the last three minutes Hooohhoooo Boy. ⚡️💓

Aww, I’m sorry. I had very specific expectations that were met, but I’m glad you enjoyed the end!

Hey, I’m the anon from earlier who asked if the song would be on iTunes - just in case anyone else was wondering, it’s there now. :) Two different versions, in fact.

Thanks! Sorry I didn’t see your question before. But just type Grant Gustin into iTunes and you’ll see the whole album.

We need a gifset parallel of Caitlin trying to kill Barry with a kiss and Iris giving Barry life with a kiss

Someone did it!

Knowing that not only Barry loves my girl Iris, he shows it all the time, too. Aside from last week and the botched proposal, he’s treated Iris like the queen she is. Tis good to be canon.

Lapidot Headcannon/Theory Time

Hey, what’s up, hello

I was watching Barn Mates, and I must confess, I feel like that episode needed to be longer. Or at the very least, turn the whole “peridot trying to win Lapis over” as some comical 2 minute montage, so these two would have more time to talk or work things out. Idk, that’s just me. BUT I came up with some theories as to how Lapis forgave peridot so quickly. And they go a little something like this:

1. The second Peridot decides to leave, and Lapis asks Steven why he trusts her, Steven tells her that he took the time to get to know her and that she’s not giving Peridot a chance like he did. Now, who else did Steven give a chance and got to know when she was trapped in a mirror? Who was once a misunderstood gem? Yes, our favorite water witch. I’m wondering if what Steven said to her (and watching him stand in front of Peri ready to protect her from the roaming eye) made her rethink her attitude toward Peridot.

2. Deep down, Lapis is a sweetheart. She’s someone that has huge walls around her because of past experiences, but past those walls, she’s quite kind (just look at most of her interactions with Steven. She’s sweet as pie to him most of the time). So, I’m thinking when she was watching Peridot scream and scramble for her life, she decided she didn’t want to see anyone get hurt, even someone that was once an enemy. Also, she can see how harmless Peridot was in that moment, cowering in fear of the Roaming Eye. She was/is harmless to Lapis.

Hell, maybe she even realized she was being way too harsh (even if she’s so damn stubborn to admit it).

Well, those are my theories. Do they happen to make sense? Cuz I’m over here feeling like

I hate airbnb

My day has been full of people and disappointment.

I’m traveling to big city for new job. I book an airbnb. Within twenty minutes of booking, my new job tells me they’ve reserved a hotel for me on the company credit card.

I immediately try to cancel the airbnb. The website was down. I emailed airbnb and the email bounced back. less than two hours later, the host confirms me, I immediately cancel and I’m charged half of the stay rate because I didn’t cancel before the confirmation.

I called airbnb and they said I needed to talk to the host to get my money back. I said no, it was airbnb’s fault since the website was down. We fought. I sent a screenshot of the email to airbnb to the rep. I’m so mad. I’m waiting for a resolution. I’m pissed that I lost $436.

It’s risky, falling in love.“

"I know that,” I answered. “I’ve been in love before. It’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.

"But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

—  Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept: A Novel of Forgiveness
10

You don’t know shit about what’s going to happen! An atom bomb could drop on our heads tomorrow, and this conversation is therefore just a waste of time. I suggest you stop talking about the future. The two of us are going to take this completely chill. Now, let’s play a game, it’s called ‘Isak and Even- Minute by Minute’. It’s about… the only thing we need to worry about, is the next minute. Are you with me on that? Okay.

I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.
—  Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

You see that poster beside Yuuri’s bed? Imagine Yuuri talking to that every night before he goes to sleep.

Yuuri: Viktor, why are you so handsome?
Yuuri:
Viktor, why are you so perfect?
Yuuri:
I really wish you were here, Viktor.
Yuuri:
I love you.
Yuuri:
I know that it’s still early there, but… Good night, Viktor.

On the “What would be humans’ weird thing” topic

What if it’s this insane need to over optimize? I mean, look at our competitions.  You can run fast enough for any practical purpose with, like, a few months’ training. And most species stop there, like sane people. 

But not humans. Humans are like, “Oh, well, you can cover a mile in 4 minutes and 3 seconds? Well I can do it in 4 minutes and two seconds!”  

Most species figure that, if you don’t drown when you’re thrown in a liquid, that’s what we call a “good swimmer”.  But humans are like “No, you have to swim in this specific way.  And then we’re gonna see who can do it fastest!”

How many millions of dollars have been spent on technology, nutrition, equipment, not to mention hours upon hours of practice, just to shave 1/10 of one second off of a race time?? 

Or they make up rules, and then compete to see who can adhere to them better. “Strap blades on your feet and move across a slippery surface – but do it in this way, in this amount of time: no more, no less!”

We have competitions wherein the top two competitors differ only in their ability to make a single muscle twitch 2% faster than their opponent, or to make this muscle twitch instead of that one.  There is no practical difference between an Olympic weightlifter and any random US Marine… but we keep holding the Olympics anyway. 

And I just think it’s possible the aliens are going to look at that and go… “You do what, now?”

a lot of sapphic positivity focuses on the enigmatic beauty of intimacy between two girls, and while messages like that are crucial to the foundation of this community, I want to take a minute to remind asexual wlw that it’s okay not to want sex. it’s okay to only feel romantic attraction to girls, and it’s okay to not be entirely sure about those romantic feelings. your asexuality is not a hallmark of internalized homophobia; it is its own complete identity that belongs wholly to you, and no one else has the right to define it. you are not “less sapphic” than your non-asexual sisters, and we love you very dearly. 

Give me Kara eating potstickers alone when Alex is out playing pool with Maggie and Lena knocking on her door with pizza and them eventually cuddling watching Netflix because Lena has just found out her mother runs CADMUS and kidnapped one of her two friends in National City and needed to see Karas smile to brighten her day then Alex coming back to gush about her time with Maggie to find them both asleep tangled together on Karas couch

I wonder when I stopped being beautiful to you. I wonder when my stories stopped seeming interesting. I wonder when you stopped feeling inclined to tell how your day is going or to share something you’d know I enjoy. I wonder when you stopped feeling the need to tell me you miss me even when we had only been apart for fifteen minutes. I wonder when you started forgetting. I wonder when I’ll start forgetting.
—  two months later…
Eventually
  • Kara: Lena, there's something I need to tell you
  • Lena: what is it? :)
  • Kara: well...you know how I'm friends with supergirl?
  • Lena: yeah, I am too lol
  • Kara: uh huh, you are, but, uh...
  • Lena: what is it?
  • Kara: well the thing is....I'M supergirl
  • Lena:
  • Kara:
  • Lena: wait a minute
  • Lena: so you're telling me
  • Lena: you're telling me that
  • Lena: instead of having TWO friends
  • Lena: in this entire city
  • Lena: I only have one?!?!?
  • Kara:
  • Lena:
  • Kara: ....yes?
  • Lena: >:(
Love is like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.
—  Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

alec: *tells isabelle and clary that him and magnus have an unresolved argument that’s driving them apart*

isabelle: the argument isn’t your problem, work and the stress of this war have been keeping the two of you apart. you two just need to bone

clary: *horrified* 

alec: what did you say? 

clary: *whispering* don’t say it again 

isabelle: i said you two need to bone

alec: HOW dare you isabelle lightwood i am your BROTHER! 

alec, five minutes later: BONE!

alec, ten minutes later: what happens in my bedroom izzy is none of your business

alec, twenty-one minutes later: bONE?!

alec, forty minutes later: dont, ever, speak to me like that again.

alec, two days later: it’s all good 

clary: so the fight with magnus is over?

alec: yep

clary: so you resolved the argument?

alec: nope

isabelle: because you guys-

alec: yep