i realize that every time i watch it

1. In my dreams we’re walking along the edge of the universe. My love for you, the sun. Time isn’t real here; there’s only us. Forever.  but then again, my dreams aren’t real either. And forever doesn’t exist.
2. Sunsets still remind me of you, and i’m still convinced you’re the one who makes the sky blush every time. But it’s been raining ever since you left. All i ever wanted was to watch a sunrise through sunset with you. 
3. We’re together in every universe. We’re happy in every reality. I’m so sick and tired of all these parallel universes playing out in my head where we’re together.
4. I wanted to love you so much, the scars they left on your heart would start to fade until i realized scars don’t fade no matter how much you try.
5. Today my friend asked me “how many fucking times do you think of him?” and i said “once” because ever since i met you, you haven’t left my mind. I guess i should’ve known i left yours long ago.
—  Lessons on loving you 

Today I shut my cat in the fridge.

Okay, so here’s the deal.  Tali loves the fridge.  I don’t know why, but every single time we open it, she bolts for it and jumps in.  She crawls into the back of the fridge and nestles int the smallest little corner she can.  Now naturally, my biggest fear has been that I’ll close the fridge without knowing she’s in there.  And of course, today I went to go grab my Brita filter to pour myself some water.  I wasn’t really watching the fridge, and I just opened and closed it really quickly to put the Brita back while I was looking somewhere else.  And then I looked around and realized that Tali had been in the kitchen, and now she was nowhere in sight.  So immediately, I throw open the fridge door, and there is is, hanging out in the back, content as can be.


(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WmiOaFDN0GE)

The only video you ever need if someone says to you, “Sherlock and John are just friends, there is no reason to believe otherwise”. These are just clips of the show. I honestly don’t blame people who haven’t noticed these things – I didn’t notice them the first time I watched the series and I am gay. It’s because I didn’t expect to see it, so I unknowingly put my blinders up and consumed the media without a second thought. I saw but I did not observe. However, the moment I realized it on my own, I felt the metaphorical glass shatter and I was overcome with shock. How did I, a gay person, miss this? How?? But now that I’ve seen it, feel it with every fiber of my being, I cannot “un-see” it. It’s like looking at the moon every night and then one day noticing it looks like there’s a face in it. You will see the man in the moon every time you look because you can never go back to that moment when you didn’t know it was there. That’s what BBC Sherlock is to a lot of people when it comes to queer readings. You either see it or you don’t. You’re either open to the idea or you’re not. But once you see it, you will never go back. So regardless of what the BBC, the writers, or strangers online say, this queer reading of Sherlock is felt by viewers around the world and that experience will never be taken from them.

The duality of meaning in Victor’s reaction - a YOI ep 11 analysis

As you can remember, after Yuuri’s short program in ep 11, we’re shown a short flashback to Victor’s past and can hear a few lines of his thoughts. When I first watched that scene, its meaning seemed clear to me but after seeing it about three times I realized that it’s not actually as clear-cut as I thought and is actually quite ambiguous.

I’d like to use this post as an opportunity to explore both of the potential meanings hidden behind his words.

So let’s get to it:

Meaning: Having a new approach to every program allowed Victor to surprise everyone and succeed but it also made him feel like there was a shackle closed around his neck. (literal translation)

Interpretation 1: Victor’s entire skating career was based around surprising people and if he now feels bound and suffocated by it then it’s a sign that he wants to retire.

Interpretation 2: Victor felt suffocated by finding a new approach every season, but if he changed his attitude towards creating his programs he would return to loving skating and consequently his career.

Now that we’ve laid out the basics, this is where it gets interesting

Meaning: Victor always felt like he was fighting alone and had to create and polish his own strength on his own.

Interpretation 1: Victor bitterly reminisces about his struggle and the loneliness of his career, but is now positive about the future because he found someone whose strength he can find and help them improve, meaning he no longer has to be bound by his own limitations and can focus on someone else’s needs and weaknesses. He’s pleased to be able to leave his career behind and help someone else.

Interpretation 2: Victor bitterly reminisces about his struggle and the loneliness of his career, but is now positive about the future because he is no longer alone and now he will be able to find new strength with Yuuri’s help.

Meaning: self-explanatory or otherwise unclear.

Interpretation 1: The new emotions are the desire to help someone, to work with someone, to focus on someone else; essentially to become a coach and stay a coach - coaching being the thing Victor truly wants to do.

Interpretation 2: The new emotions are reignited love for figure skating and the motivation to return to the ice and his competitive career (regained thanks to Yuuri).

Meaning: self-explanatory or otherwise unclear.

Interpretation 1: Victor wonders what he can still do for Yuuri, how he can contribute to his career, how he can make him even more amazing; essentially, what more he can do for him as his coach.

Interpretation 2: Victor wonder what he can still do for Yuuri before he leaves him and returns to his career.

Personally? I’m a follower of interpretation 1. I have multiple reasons, but the simplest one is the “What should I give to Yuuri now?” line. Victor is focused entirely on Yuuri and how he can help him - he’s fully dedicated to his role as a coach (as also suggested in “I wish you’d never retire” from episode 9). He makes no reference at all to intending to return to his career (which is probably a good sign that he doesn’t intend to do that at all).

But at the same time these lines are undeniably ambiguous. Why?

I think it’s for the same reason as the rest of this anime and this episode in general - it’s a reflection of Yuuri’s feelings and his perspective, yes, even in Victor’s own narration. Yuuri dreads having to let Victor go but he also wants his happiness (and we all know how that culminates in this episode).

In any case, everything we are shown is meant to put us on a similar edge. We’re meant to be uncertain of Victor’s intentions the way Yuuri is, and we will only learn of Victor’s true feelings when he says them out loud - when Yuuri learns them alongside us. Hopefully, this will take place in episode 12 in the bedroom conversation.

I personally feel that it would make no sense for Victor to return to his career now, considering how everything has been presented so far. It would feel sudden and forced and untrue to his character. But those are my thoughts. What will the anime show us? The answer lies less than 48 hours away.

the scene where sonja talks to isak to me really shows the importance of the actors ages- if i remember correctly the actress that plays sonja is 21 and tarjei of course is 17

in that scene sonja has all the power, she knows (debatable but mainly just talking about that she knows his diagnosis) what’s going on with even and she knows how to handle it, isak becomes so childlike in her presence and in his hopeless confusion

although sonja is only supposed to be 19 she doesn’t feel 19 in that scene, she feels like a true adult talking down to isak, telling him off like he’s done something wrong and it adds a whole extra layer to the fear and heartbreak and how lost isak feels afterwards

I love rwby for exactly what it is

It’s real irritating watching a show grow so much from its first season only to be bashed and torn down by its “fans” for not being a master piece.

The animation, the writing, the story itself have come so far. Having watched it since volume 1 came out, I feel like I’m watching my child grow up. And I’m so happy that the show is becoming more popular.

At the same time it also breaks my heart. People don’t seem to realize the amount of time and effort that go into creating something like this. This show that started out as a side project for rooster teeth.

With every new episode this volume, it’s like all people want to do is find any kind of flaw and create this blown out of proportion discourse.

It’s not perfect and that’s ok. you can criticize the show and it’s writers all you want. If you’re not satisfied with what you’re watching either stop watching or (as my papa likes to remind me) go make your own thing.

I’m a firm believer that there is always room for improvement. But I also think that when it comes to art of any kind, some times you just have to appreciate it for what it was and what it is.

Shout out to Rooster Teeth and CRWBY. I love you guys.


“Baby, this is what you came for. Lightning strikes every time she moves. And everyone is watching her, but she’s looking at you.”

-“This is what you came for”, Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna

So…I was listening to the radio and, with Yuri comparing himself to the woman in the playboy story, it was a perfect fit with this song and I suddenly got inspired and I realized it’s been a while since I posted a gifset. I started experimenting a little with After Effects and then…this happened. Yeah, I’m just gonna leave this here. じゃまたあああ〜〜!

hopscotches over to the hundred things I should be doing instead of YOI fanart hell lololol

autism things

-I can use sarcasm all I want but if YOU do I’m gonna react as if you started speaking another language

-Realizing that crying all the time does not mean you are empathic or good with emotions

-singing the same song over and over again because echolalia

-also saying words you know you aren’t supposed to because they feel nice in your mouth

-stimming by screaming and getting “wtf” looks from everyone around you

-watching the same show every day and sometimes the same episodes over and over in the same day

-having a meltdown because you can’t do The Thing the way you originally planned

-having random bruises appear all over your body bc you’re clumsy and never feel when you initially get hurt

-wanting to do something but panicing because WHERE DO I START

-interupting people accidentally because you’re bad with conversations

feel free to add more

Creepypasta #1003: You're Not Really Alone

Each evening I sit on the roof facing into her bedroom window and watch.

Sometimes she brings someone home, and I don’t get jealous, I really don’t, I just feel sad. I’ve told myself I should just go, ring the doorbell, talk to her like a normal person. But I can’t. 

So instead, I spend my time trying to figure out what makes her tick, what excites her, or calms her down. I used to get a thrill out of it, but she’d go to sleep a hundred times, never once seeing me there outside her window. I realized that I wasn’t about to get caught. But I was still hooked on watching.

Then the same man kept showing up, at first every few nights, then every night. Then not at all.

I kept watching, waiting for him to come back into her room. I hadn’t seen them fight, but she hadn’t always come home either.

So I kept watching, waiting to see him again. When I did, he was walking towards me on the roof, looking directly at me.

So I looked back at him, and said, “She killed you too, huh?”

Credits to: 3sums

BTS Reaction to You Having a Windshield Wiper Laugh

This was a request~! 

Enjoy <3

Don’t forget to send me your requests <3

*Note: I don’t own any of the gifs [Do I really have to put this on every time or can we all finally realize I will never own these gifs?]

xoxo- MelodyBaby

“How are you going to laugh at my laugh when you have the same life?”
(insert gif) “Laughing? Who me?”
“I hate you…”
“I love you, Jagiya~”

“Stop laughing at me! I know my laugh is weird.”
(insert gif) “I’m not laughing. I swear.”

“Guys, you got to hear my jagiya laugh! Come on laugh.”
“I’m not laughing for your entertainment.” You rolled your eyes.

“You sound just like Jin Hyung.” (insert gif)
You laughed as you watched Namjoon fall, “I may have a weird laugh, but I could fix it. That-“ you pointed at him-“can’t be fixed.”

(insert gif) “Jagiya, I love you, but your laugh is hilarious!”
“I am soooo glad my laugh amuses you…”

You’d cover your mouth embarrassed of your laugh.
(insert gif) “Jagiya~! Why am I just now finding out about your adorable laugh?” He’ll make sure you laugh a lot so he could hear it.

“Was that you who laughed?”
“No… Maybe…”
(insert gif) “WOW! For a second there, I thought Jin hyung was here.”
“Shut up…”



I just realized...

…that every Noragami chapter which ends with “1” will always give us too much feels..
11: Yukine’s ablution (I cried when I watched that part in anime)

21: Kazuma took one hit from Bisha, confessed everything to her and in the end we thought he was dead.

31: Yato met Izanami for the first time.

41: Those lovey dovey scenes at Capypa’s Land melt our hearts.

51: Hiyo turned into an ayakashi…

61: Yato decided to protect Bisha and rebel Heaven…


Late night resolves...

Okay, so I was watching Beauty and the Beast the other day and I couldn’t help but fangirl every time I realized how similar Gajeel and Levy are to Adam and Belle.

Tale as old as time
True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends


Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared
Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

Ever just the same
Ever a surprise

Ever as before
And ever just as sure
As the sun will rise

Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song

Bitter sweet and strange

Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun
Rising in the east

Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast

Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme

Beauty And The Beast

#19: I Used To Hack Baby Monitors. One Night, I Learned My Lesson.

By: manen_lyset

Length: Long

When I was in high school, my friends and I had a peculiar pastime. Like any teenage delinquent, we liked to cause trouble. We weren’t vandals, we didn’t deal drugs, and we certainly didn’t bully kids in school. No, we liked to scare the living shit out of new parents by “hacking” their baby monitors. We were insufferable little punks who thought we were too good to get caught, and that our little acts of mischief would go unpunished. One night; however, I learned my lesson, and realized that I wasn’t quite as bulletproof as my tremendous adolescent ego made me out to be.

Dimitri, Kurt, and I went to the same school, shared many of the same classes, and hung out almost every evening after chow time. We watched prank shows, played video games, talked about who had the nicest rack in school. One evening, we were trading scary stories at the park. Kurt shared the classic story about the single mother who heard a haunting voice on her baby monitor.

Like most horror stories, it sounded like total bullshit, but Dimitri told us it had happened to his mom once. On her own monitor, she’d heard a neighbour singing to her baby. Apparently, it was possible to accidentally tap into someone else’s frequency. In an instant, a lightbulb turned on in each of our heads. When you’re close enough to someone, you don’t need words to know what that person is thinking, and we could all tell we were thinking the exact same thing: we were going to buy a baby monitor and screw with people.

Pardon the pun, but hacking a baby monitor is child’s play. All you need to do is find a device on the same frequency as yours. Never one to do things half-assed, I purchased a high-end monitor with a frequency dial so we could prank as many targets as possible.

The following night, we took to our bikes, roamed the neighbourhood, and found our first victim. We could see the nursery from the suburban home’s second floor window. Dimitri grabbed the baby monitor and began tuning it to different frequencies, until we heard breathing. I remember feeling excited as our plan finally came to fruition. Dimitri pressed the button, and began exhaling heavily into the receiver.

“…your…little girl…was…delicious…”, he murmured, using a demonic voice.

The light in the master bedroom turned on almost immediately, and we heard a shrill scream. Laughing our asses off, we quickly rode off down the street so we wouldn’t get caught.

We repeated the prank several times over the course of the following weeks, each taking turns talking through the monitor. Not wanting anyone to get wise to our little game, we chose different houses every time. People’s reactions were priceless: some mothers would reply in a panic, others seemed to know it was a hoax and told us to shut up, and one poor woman even started sobbing uncontrollably, begging us not to hurt her baby.

I feel bad about that last one now that I’m older, but it was hilarious to me back then. My friends and I mimicked her high-pitch bawling and desperate cries for mercy for weeks afterwards. Yeah, we were royal dicks.

Karma’s a bitch, and I got what was coming to me one night. Kurt and Dimitri were busy studying for their midterms, so I went out on my own. By then, we’d gotten pretty much everyone in the surrounding area, so I decided to venture off across town and into unfamiliar territory. Finding a target wasn’t difficult: you just had to look for cars with baby seats, houses with overly-colorful cartoon-themed curtains, or toys left in the yard.

I came across a house that fit all three criteria, and parked my bike out of view. Playing with the tuner, I eventually found the right frequency. I could hear the sound of a baby snoring very lightly. A devious little smirk pushed its way onto my lips, and my heart began pounding with excitement. It was my time to shine.

“I…am…watching…”, I whispered into the monitor, using the creepiest voice I could muster.

The house remained dark and lifeless. I figured the home owners hadn’t heard me.

“…I…stand…over your bed…watching…waiting…I will get you…”, I said, louder this time.

Nothing. Just the sounds of crickets chirping, and the occasional dull roar of a car driving down the street. It was a little odd. Parents usually reacted much quicker than that. I began feeling a little nervous, and somewhat exposed. You know, like when you suddenly realize some creeper’s gawking at you? It was getting late, and I had a long bike ride home.

Just as I was about to give up and leave, I heard a strange, moist gurgling sound coming from the monitor. The quiet, rhythmic snores ceased, and I assumed the baby had woken up and was about to start crying. Instead, a man spoke to me.

“You’re the one…being…watched now…Juan”, he said softly.

My stomach pirouetted at his words. How did he know my name?! I felt sick. Something was very wrong, and I could feel it in my bones. I glanced up at the nursery window, and saw a silhouette standing there watching me. Had he been there the whole time?

The air was thick and difficult to inhale, though perhaps fear was making it hard to breathe. My body quivered uncontrollably, as a sense of dread poured into every inch of me. I climbed on my bike, pedaling desperately to get away. Part of me thought I was overreacting, but the overwhelming need to flee overpowered my rational mind.

“You…can’t run…I know…where you live, Juan…”, continued the man, even as I turned the corner.

I flew down the street, not stopping until I reached a busy boulevard. Surrounded by cars and a few late night joggers, I felt safe.

“…Your hoodie will run red with your blood, boy…”, whispered the man, still talking through the baby monitor in my pocket.

A passerby gave me a nasty look as I yelped loudly in fear, practically ripping my hoodie in my frantic attempt at removing it. To the stranger, I must have looked like some snotty kid tripping balls or something. He didn’t know I was in genuine distress, so I don’t blame him for walking off with an insulted huff, though I wish he had offered to help me instead.

After stuffing the hoodie into my backpack, I noticed my name scrawled on the back. It was my fucking school jacket: no wonder that bastard knew my name. It then occurred to me that baby monitors were fairly short-ranged, so I was obviously being followed. I nervously glanced around to try and identify my stalker. Was it the empty-looking van down the street? That guy walking his dog? The car that had just driven by?

Either way, the last thing I wanted was to hear that voice again, so I turned off the device, and started pedaling towards my home. Fear had heightened my senses, and I began notice every motion of the trees in the breeze, every crackle of twigs under my wheels, and every car that zipped past me. I flinched whenever anyone came near, paranoid that whoever had spoken to me through the baby monitor was going to catch up. Fortunately, I made it home without incident.

I parked the bike in my garage and crawled up the stairs to my bedroom. In one careless motion, I tossed my backpack and the baby monitor in the corner of my room, and dove under my sheets like an Olympic swimmer. It doesn’t matter how old you are: nothing feels safer than being under your blanket. I closed my eyes, hoping I’d be able to calm down enough to catch a few hours of rest before class, but then I heard static coming from the monitor across the room. The monitor that was supposed to be off.

“Sweet dreams, Juan”, said the voice that still haunts my nightmares.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I was too frightened to get out of bed until sunrise. When I got up, my first order of business was to remove the battery from the monitor and throw it in the trash. I didn’t want anything to do with it any more. I came up with an excuse to give my buddies so they wouldn’t think I was a huge pussy. With massive bags under my eyes, I got dressed, had breakfast, and went to school.

It wasn’t until a few days later that I saw the house on the news. In an interview, a police officer explained that the small family who had been living in the house had been found in their beds, necks slit open. I had been outside when it happened: the killer had heard me on the baby monitor and decided to fuck with me.

It was definitely a wake-up call, and I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t gotten the shit murdered out of me. I was too busy feeling thankful that I survived to feel bad about the family that hadn’t. Empathy, like wisdom, comes with age.

Now that I’m an adult with a wife and daughter, I truly understand the consequences of my actions, and the severity of the situation I put myself in as a tremendously stupid teenage boy. That dreadful night, I thought I reached the epitome of fear, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. As a father, I now know that fear thrives and multiplies when there’s something more precious than your own life at stake.

I can’t say for sure whether the killer found me again after all these years, or whether a new breed of idiots had the same idea as my friends and I, but I can tell you that I now understand what true terror is. Last night, I heard something on our baby monitor that sent chills into my very soul, shackling me with a paralyzing fear that I doubt will ever leave me:


one time in high school our teacher was lecturing and this kid got up to throw his banana peel away and halfway to the garbage can he paused, put his peel on the floor, and deliberately walked over it without paying any of us any attention and when he turned back around and realized we were all watching him he goes “i just wanted to know if i’d slip on it like in a cartoon”

and i wish every moment of my life could be that Good™  and Pure™ 


The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012) - Stephen Chbosky

5 bullets on this film: 

  • Yeah, I know it has become a pseudo intellectual teen cliche, but fuck it, I love this movie. Every time I watch it I feel this urge to text my friends and tell them how much I love them. Man, friends are the best thing in this world, and this film makes you realize that. 
  • God bless the soundtrack. I’ll say it twice and louder for the people in the back: GOD BLESS THIS SOUNDTRACK.

  • The cast is great. Logan Lerman did really well in this film, but let’s talk about Ezra Miller????? He’s perfect as Patrick and he really got into the character. I hate seeing young talented people, it makes me feel kinda worthless. 

  • Stephen Chbosky is the director of the film AND the writer of the book, so all the important details of the story and the cute quotes are still there. I think I had never seen a better adaptation of a book, honestly. 

  • The themes go from sexual abuse and mental illness to friendship and music. AND I LOVE THAT. It’s really inspiring, and if you’re going through a hard time, watch this movie, it makes you feel alive.

Why did nobody tell me that Moonlight is about a gay man?

I’ve been hearing about this movie for months now but it wasn’t until only a couple days ago that I saw this gifset on Tumblr that I realized this was a queer story.

I just finished watching it and I loved every minute. Every moment. What a raw, beautiful film about gay love & identity, but more importantly black gay love & identity. 

I don’t mean to bring up Brokeback Mountain because that and Moonlight are completely different films about completely different people and times, I know. But in the sense of the “queer love” theme alone, Moonlight for me was far superior, and will forever be something special in my eyes and my heart.

[P.S: I’m also now in love with Trevante Rhodes. What a beautiful man]

I’m Gonna Bite That Lip

Summary: the reader goes for a run with Derek

Going for a run with my boyfriend seemed like a good idea at the time. It was a nice day- the sun was out, the sky was cloudless, and the temperature was in the low seventies. Not too bad. Pretty much the perfect opportunity to spend some time together and be outdoors.

           Well, I didn’t realize I was signing my own death certificate.

           “You do this… every day… on… purpose?” I gasped out. My hands were propped on my shaking knees as I struggled to catch my breath. We had only been running for about fifteen, twenty minutes, but at the pace Derek had set, it felt like much longer.

           Derek smirked. “Yes.” He watched, amused, as my legs gave out and I fell flat on my ass. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

           “No.” I moaned. “This is terrible. I think I’m dying.”

           “Your heart is still beating- it’s fast, but it’s beating. I don’t think you’re anywhere close to being dead.” I rolled my eyes at him, wiping the sweat off my brow. Nerd. “What was that?” Oops. Guess I said that out loud. “You know, if this is too much for you, I could always carry you the rest of the way.”

           I snorted. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of giving up. “No, no, no need to bring your biceps into this. Just give me a minute.”

           “Okay, I’ll wait. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

           I sent him a glare. “Oh, shut up.” Derek pouted. “I’m gonna bite that lip.”

           He gave me a look that was so sarcastic, it could’ve given Stiles a run for his money. “That’s nice. Are you ready to- oh, that’s right, you’re not. Maybe you should focus on breathing instead of biting me.”

           “Shut up, Derek.”

every time i watch tld i’m a) even more pissed off that none of them realized john’s therapist has the same fuckening face as the bus lady and LiR; b) truly grateful to moff for that Epic drag of men in general when it comes to Noticing things wrt to women like Thank u curly dad as if tab wasn’t gift enough, here you are, my cup runneth over; c) more and more convinced that we’ve been dealing in a state of unreality for the past 3 episodes on many different levels

Remember the night we went to a concert and I just stared at you the whole time, and every night on facetime I’d watch every movement of your lips. It took me long to realize you weren’t staring back at me.
—  It’s okay though