i really hope everything works out in the end

Bullet Journal : Last Week Of The Year ;

• It’s the end of the year and i decided to post my bullet journal for the first time and im gonna try post more of these next year too cuz i really love doing them and inspiring people to start doing theirs. 
• I love planning my weeks and i enjoy doing it . I enjoy handwriting and drawing in my free time so everything worksout just perfectly . Journaling calms me down and makes me feel organized and i loveee feeling organized . 
I hope youll enjoy my post and get inspired from it ♥



I’m so tired and I thought maybe studyblr could help me but I accidentally removed my last post so now Day 1 of the 100 Days of Productivity is gone from my blog, unfortunately.

On a brighter note, I’ve made a time circle so to hopefully put my days into perspective of time and I have allocated a specific few hours for studying so that I can stay productive. But through all my efforts to stay happy on a study front, I have kind of ignored a lot of my friends and my own physical and mental health so I’ll need to work on sorting them out soon enough. Once I’m happy in my learning situation I should be able to get everything else in my life back on track too.

I never really know how to end these so I guess goodbye, and I hope everyone is feeling good ^¥^ Farewell, now.

I just wish Agatha would’ve told Simon that the Mage was his Father. I think that would’ve really helped him get through the aftermath of the whole fiasco better. He would’ve known it was NOT his fault and that if the Mage was alive, he would’ve killed his own son for the sake of power…

I loved the hopeful but “realistic” ending though. Things dont always work out the way you want them to but that’s life. Agatha’s interesting too. I mean, she owes Simon the truth (NO I DID NOT THROW THE BOOK AWAY WHEN SHE TOLD DAVY EVERYTHING AND YOU CANNOT PROVE IT OTHERWISE) but… she kinda represents that it’s okay to want things for yourself? She’s complicated.

Here’s to Baz too

End of the Year gift for @bubonicc, thank you for all the lovely fics you’ve written over this past year and all the support you’ve given me, it really means a lot to me and I feel you don’t get the appreciation you deserve. I wish you the Best for the next year and I hope everything you plan works out! <3

Bleach 686

Guys, this is the last time I’m ever gonna address anything regarding bleach. I hope everyone respects that, especially the people who are gonna go anon and bash me for posting this after everything.


 The last chapters of bleach were pure disappointment not because my two main ships didn’t work out the way I wanted it to but I couldn’t really make any sense of it. I’m sorry as a manga, bleach really lost its pace. I spent 10 years with this manga and I was here to see till the end. I invested a lot of time and energy into this fandom and everything. I really expected better from Kubo.


 I’m really happy for princess. She finally has a loving family and a child. I’m glad that she’s with Ichigo. If IchiHime was meant to be from the start then why so much emphasis on IchiRuki. He could have given  Orihime so much character development. So much more but no he made it seem as if she only existed for Ichigo. I actually believed that Kubo was one of those writers that would actually make IshiHime canon.


  • IshiHime was a ship that could have portrayed the fact that, you don’t always find love in the places you look for but sometimes you find it in the most unexpected places, from a person that loved you from the start even though you never loved them back.  This is coming from my personal experiance entirely I’ve liked this guy for 5 years and IshiHime really gave me hope that one day I will find someone that will love me as much as I love them.

Orihime was a very decent and humble character. I loved her and enjoyed her warm and caring nature but she could have been such a badass as an individual. She was never mean or a bitch to anyone ever and neither was Rukia (please do note that) I dont understand why would he put Ichigo and Rukia together panel after panel with all his shippy gear on. Orihime had more better interactions with Chad and Uryu than she ever had with Ichigo. If Kubo had sold her and Ichigo as black sun and white sun from the start, man I would have shipped the shit out of it.

Third: I hated how Kubo made Chad and Uryuu something that they never wanted to be.

Uryu hated his dad most his life. He never wanted to follow his dads footsteps, which is why the song numb by linkin park reminded me of him so much. He had been misunderstood by most of his friends and even the readers in the first chapters but that cunty, snooty boy came to understand that friendship is one of the most strongest bond to exist. This arc should have  been about him and Ichigo abd their past and origins. Ichigo, who kept getting his bankai broken over and over again. Why couldn’t they just tag team the two of them for the last time?
Uryu didn’t have a mother, his father treated him as a low life runt. Even Isshin tried. He did try to understand Ichigo not with the best method to do so but he still tried where as Uryu’s father didn’t. I think Orihime and Uryu really deserved each other. In an alternate ending I could have imagined him to be a world class designer and Orihime by his side doing whatever makes her happy perhaps a very nice cafe with interesting serving, where the customers only came to eat and would be disappointed by the food but melt and forget the bad taste the food left on their mouth as soon as Orihime would flash her beautiful smile at them (Sigh).

Chad promised he’d never hurt anyone with his fists but help others lol. Really? a boxer? I hated this THE MOST. Chad really deserved better, even though he looked hot as fuck in the panels where he was shown. I think he should have owned a record store or made good mexican music or he could have been the doctor or worked at Kurosaki clinic or something, anything other than being a boxer would have suited him more.

Fourth: Why didn’t Kubo show or complete the states that the other characters were in. I really hoped they would show some Jinta/Yuzu or something regarding Urahara and Yoruichi who helped Ichigo achieve bankai and trained him so he could be strong and protect his friends.
Is Isshin Kurosaki dead? because that would just be sad. I could imagine him to be a great grandparent to Kazui. Kubo really should have at least mentioned this much but he didn’t. I could go on and on about how bad the chapter was but I’m gonna stop now and start pouring my shipper heart out.

Last and the most important topic I wanted to address is my otp, IchiRuki.

I’m sorry to all the IchiRuki shippers that got their hearts and hoped shattered into a million pieces after 686. I feel betrayed and angry as well but let’s not be pricks and be the bigger person. I’m gonna make a request to all IchiHime shippers.
Firstly, congrats guys, princess finally ended up with the man of her dreams as an IchiRuki shipper I never hated on her or said anything mean about her. I’m glad that she’s happy even though it’s not boy I wanted her to end up with but despite everything, I am genuinely happy for her.

Second, I would be really happy if some of you weren’t not so hostile to IchiRuki shippers, please understand that a lot of people found peace in this ship and now they are a mess. Be humble comfort us, Orihime would never been like “yeah bitch I got the dude” instead she would tried and comfort us IchiRuki shippers, she would’ve started crying for an hour, binged on so much ice cream that she would get a tummy ache and fall asleep.

The picture above is the picture of the last IchiRuki coloured page I had made. I was so proud of this and now every time I open my notebook. I feel sad, beyond words. Ichigo and Rukia were the definition of soulmates. I wanted them to be together so bad. I can’t really express it in words about how I feel. I don’t remember a single day where I did not visit the IchiRuki tag. I’m disappointed a lot. So much build up for nothing. Kubo seemed like he threw the idea of IR down the window so suddenly, that I can’t even cope with it. I’d rather have dead characters than an ass pull ending like this. It’s so shitty and rushed. I feel like crying. I invested so much I don’t know what to do with all these beautiful colored pages I had made for this amazing ship. I’m devastated. Laugh at me all you want but I am so depressed with the ending. From the beginning I could see the chemistry and the electricity that Rukia and Ichigo gave off when they interacted. The SS arc, which is my most favorite arc was the biggest pillar that IchiRuki has something more than friendship. A bond of love and trust and what not lol I guess I’m a little delusional. Let’s take  moment to honor this beautiful ship one more time and move on. Thank you every good anon, some great blogs like @peachtiger, @icchiruki, @50shadesofichigo, @daethberry, @ishihime-4-ever and so many more. Thank you, I respect and love each one of you. Stay strong, this bond will always be unbreakable but still life goes on and we all have to move on.

Kubo really fucked up and the worst part is they plan to make a live action movie which I doubt will sell shit. I would never pay a dime to just watch actors waste their time by portraying incomplete roles lol.

Anyways I’m done. Thank you everyone, the Bleach, Ginran, IshiHime and Ichiruki fandom I love each and every one of you. It’s been a roller coaster of emotions and heartache and its time to move on. I’ll still follow all the blogs that I followed for IchiRuki and IshiHime. Have a nice life bleach fandom for as you lost one hardcore dedicated reader.

Thank you and Au Revoir.  💙 💙

Side note: I am extremely addled at the moment as I write this post. So sorry in advance if I managed to piss any of you off.

Oh and dont you dare and try to steal that great art. Thanks in advance. Much love. xoxo 💙 💙

anonymous asked:

Oh my god Edd is so MAD. Tord is in a lot of trouble. I hope that Tom and Edd can talk stuff out and that everything works out in the end.... thank you for the update!! You did it really fast!!! Angst express!!!!! I hope that you have a nice day. Take care of yourself! —Drawing Anon

ahh, Edd needs to keep these kids in-line.

and there’s no need to thank me! it’s my pleasure to make this content! it’s fun!

I hope you’re having a wonderful day too!

#300 It's Been a Long, Long Time.

(Hello children! I’m here with pref 300! I’m so amazed that I even made it this far. I couldn’t have done it with out all of y'all’s love and support. A little background on this- it’s set in the 40’s, just after wwII had ended. I’m sorry if everything moves really fast, I was just trying to write a lot of info and not have it drone on and on. Also at certain points it might seem like that one I did where they recorded everything but I promise it’s different! Sorry for this monster of a note Hope you beauties enjoy!)

I finished applying my red lipstick and sighed contently as I looked at myself in my vanity. I looked quite decorated- pearls, my best dress, and my new lipstick. I would only wear the best to see my Philly.

I checked the clock next to my bed and smiled excitedly as I saw it was finally time to leave and meet my baby at the train. It’d been so long since I’d seen him and all I wanted to do was kiss him all over.

The time had finally come; my baby nearly jumped out of the train to see me. He was finally home.

“Darling,” he held me tightly after kissing me with so much power.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’ve missed you terribly. I’m sure it was fun knockin’ old Adolf down but I’m so happy to have you back here. I have never been so anxious and stressed as I have the last year, not knowin’ if you were coming home.” I shook my head and shuddered.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to just focus on how happy we are right now. What do you say, lets go dancing tonight?” He wrapped his arm around my waist and we began walking to the exit.

“I’ve waited so long for that,” I grinned up at him.

That night, we stood out on the floor with our arms wrapped tightly around each other. We didn’t even move when the announcer came out on stage.

“Alright folks, we’ve got a real treat for you tonight. Here to perform for you is miss Lauren Michelle,” he introduced a lovely young singer.

The band picked up with “It’s Been A Long, Long Time.” I looked up at Phil, tears prickling in my eyes.

“It’s our song, baby.”


Months later, I had just put a record on before I began tidying the living room.

“I recognize that tune,” Phil said happily as he walked in the front door.

“You’re home early. Could you not handle being away from me anymore?” I teased, kissing his cheek.

He took of his coat and turned the volume up before taking me in his arms. “You’ll never know…” He sang into my hair. “Or how empty they all seemed without you,”

I pulled out and spun back into him. “Kiss me once, then kiss me twice,” I sang back goofily. With each part, he kissed me on either cheek.

“It’s been a long, long time.” We sang in unison, both chuckling at how cheesy it was.

Even after the record stopped, we still stood there. “Philly?” I piped up after a few moments.

“Hmm?” He hummed into my hair.

“I think after all this time, you’re still the dead hoofer in this relationship.” I giggled.

“You’re a witch, Mrs. Lester.”

“Hey philly?” I said again.

“What now?” He joked.

“Im pregnant.”


My pregnancy was one of the more rough points in my life. Everything was swell at first, but I was quickly put on bed rest because my heart was under too much strain.

At one point, I began to cry in bed from feeling so detached from everything. Phil, being the dear he is, decided to “give me a show.”

“And what kind of show will I be receiving, hmm?” I wiggled my eyebrows.

Phil laughed. “Get your mind out of the gutter, little miss. I’m going to give you a nice show.” He walked over to the record player in our room and put something on.

“How did I know.” I rolled my eyes and laughed as our song came on.

He began to “sexily” dance in front of me. He swayed his hips and pulled his hands slowly up his body like a show girl. I laughed loudly, ignoring the pain in my back.

“You’re a mess!” I felt tears coming, I was laughing so hard. I also found the harder I laughed, the more my back hurt.

“Alright, alright, you have to stop. My back is gonna break if I keep laughing.” I smiled but it quickly faded.

“What’s wrong?” Phil came and sat next to me on the bed.

“Oh, just back pain. It’s hurting particularly bad today, I’m not sure why,” I waved it off.

“You know, it’s so weird how our lives have been.” He mused. “I got drafted, which seemed to last forever. So I proposed to you and we got married right quick,”

“And my mother nearly died when I told her we eloped. She claimed that I was so young and we’d never last.” I chuckled.

“And here we are, almost two years later.” He kissed my cheek.

He took my hand in his and we laid there for a little. I’d squeeze his hand every now and then when the pain picked up. At first it was spread out over every couple of minutes, but then it moved to constant.

“Phil,” I breathed. “Phil, I don’t think I’m alright. This really hurts,”

He sat up. “Okay, I’m gonna call the doctor. You just stay right here.”

He didn’t return after a few minutes and I began to panic. I tried to stand up, but quickly regretted it.

“Phil!” I screamed. “I’m bleeding!”


No one expected the miscarriage. Everything had been going so smoothly, we had no reason to suspect anything.

Even though I was only 11 weeks along, I was already so attached to the baby. Phil was already so attached to the baby. I felt like such a disappointment.

I didn’t want to do anything. I spent the next two weeks after the incident barely getting out of bed or eating.

“Darling? Are you awake?” Phil crept into the room one afternoon.

I didn’t roll over to look at him. “Yes.”

“I’m not gonna ask how you’re feeling. We’ve had enough calls at this point with neighbors asking. But I am gonna ask you if you’ll look at me.”

I began to cry for what felt like the millionth time the past two weeks. “I’m so sorry, baby. I know you wanted a child.”

He laid down behind me and draped his arm around me. “You’re such a fat head sometimes, you know that? I have been worried sick that you were never coming out again and all this time you’ve just been worried to face me? Dear, I just want you to be safe.”

I finally rolled around. “I love you.”

“Now. Lemme see a smile. Because,” he grinned. “It’s been a long, long time.” We both broke into laughter.


Everything was peachy for a little while after that. We decided a baby wasn’t for us yet, and we went on for a while normally.

I had to get regular check ups for my heart, since the doctor said all the strain from the pregnancy and miscarriage had done no good for me.

We didn’t worry though, because he said any chances of something happening to me because of it were very slim.


“Alright, I’ve got everything…” Phil said to himself.

He grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Not long after leaving, he arrived at his destination.

“Sorry I’m late, darling. You know me, I don’t think I can ever be on time to anything.” He laughed.

After a few moments of silence, he sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t take note that you were looking particularly pale that day. I’m sorry for not making you stay home or go to the doctor or do something, anything that could’ve stopped it. I still get people now and then telling me how you were so young or it shouldn’t have happened.” He stopped for a second.

He reached out and touched the tombstone in front of him. He traced the numbers at the bottom that read, “1924-1946.”

Almost subconsciously, he began to sing quietly. “Kiss me once…” He stopped, taking a deep breath. “Then kiss me twice. Then kiss me once again.” Tears filled his eyes.

“It’s been a long, long, time.”

We Are So Sorry [The Pack X Reader]

Request:  Hi could I request a stiles/pack imagine where the reader is a very selfless person and helps the pack a lot, but recently the pack has been ignoring her while she does all her work for them. But then she suffers from a loss and distances her self from the pack. When they notice she’s gone for a while they ask her what’s wrong and she just lets everything out. Maybe fluff at the end? <3 sorry if it’s long!

A/N: It’s not too long, anon! And don’t worry about it because no request is too long for me haha. Thank you for the request, I really enjoyed writing it! There’s not a ton of Stiles x reader in this but I still hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: (minor) character death, 


Your name: submit What is this?

There you were again, sitting at a table in the mostly vacant school library as you looked up information on the most recent supernatural creature that had made it’s way into Beacon Hills. That was pretty much your job in the Pack. Find out as much as you could about what was going on and report back to them. It was one of the only things you could do with being the only human in the Pack besides Stiles and ordinarily you wouldn’t mind it, but lately it seemed that everyone was brushing you off and not including you in anything. Sure you had a kind of quiet demeanor, but they used to include you in a lot more than they did now. You tried brushing it off as them being busy, but you still couldn’t help but feel like maybe they didn’t want you around anymore.

“Here you go, guys!” You chirped out, at least trying to make an effort with them as you handed Scott the documents you had printed out.

“I highlighted the more important things out, too.”

“Thanks, (Y/N).” Scott replied before turning back to the conversation he was in. You were going to tell them that you were going to get your lunch, but seeing them all in conversation brought you away from that thought and you left without saying a word.

The same thing continued on for the next few days, you giving them any updates on information you found and then being brushed off afterwards. You continued to hang out with them before and after classes, but you mostly just listened in to the conversations. No one even attempted to bring you into the conversation or ask you your opinion, so it really wouldn’t have been a surprise to you if they didn’t notice your early leave on Friday.

“What’s going on?” You questioned your dad, whom was waiting in the office. You had been told to gather your things and to head down to the office, apparently being picked up for some kind of family emergency.

“You’re grandma isn’t doing too good, kiddo.” Shock overtook your features at your dad’s comment, and you licked at your lips as you looked down at your shoes.

“What’s wrong with grandma?” You had always been close to your grandmother. The two of you would have conversations that could probably last the whole day, and you often played card games together. She was the one who babysat you as a kid, so even the mention of her name sent a bundle of nerves to knot in your stomach.

“Well I uh- went over earlier to check up on her and fix the faucet in the bathroom but when I went into her bedroom she was just laying there. I called out to her and shook her but she wouldn’t wake up, and that’s when I noticed that she wasn’t breathing.” Their were tears sparking in both your and your dad’s eyes as you pulled each other into a hug. This was his mother you were talking about. He was the one to find his own mother died.

“At least she went peacefully…” He murmured, stroking your hair before releasing you from the hug, an arm wrapping around you before walking you out of the school and bringing you home.

On Saturday you didn’t make it to the Pack Meeting. You were never one to miss out on them, but with the recent loss in your family there was no way you were feeling up to it. Your absence didn’t go unnoticed within the pack and they all sent you texts through the rest of the day and Sunday, which was the funeral. It was a small funeral, only close friends and family being there, but you knew it was what your grandma would have wanted.

You didn’t make it to school Monday or Tuesday either, instead deciding to stay in your room and listen to music, hoping that by some odd miracle it would make the grieving process easier. It didn’t, but that didn’t stop you from laying in bed and listened to the tunes that just seemed to remind you of your now deceased grandmother.

Wednesday was the day you finally headed back to school. Your grandmother was still heavily on your mind, but you didn’t want to get too far behind on your school work. Instead of walking up to the Pack whom was hanging around Scott’s locker that morning, you walked right passed them, your head hanging low as you made your way to your locker and aggressively began shoving things into your backpack. You weren’t looking forward to going back to being ignored by your best friends. In fact for the rest of the day you decided to ignore them, avoiding them at pretty much all costs.

All of your luck came to an end though when you were surrounded at your locker after school by each and every pack member, each casting a worried expression at you.

“Why weren’t you at the Pack Meeting on Saturday?” Scott questioned, brows furrowing as he watched you toss things into your locker.

“Yeah and why have you been ignoring our texts and calls?” Came Malia.

“What about you missing school on Monday and Tuesday?” Was Lydia’s questioned, her bright red lips pursed and her arms crossed.

“Guys wait… (Y/N) are you okay? I can smell… Is that sadness? (Y/N) why are you sad?” Liam was the one who had been paying closer attention, and he gently reached out to touch your arm, concerned.

By now hot tears were brimming at the edge of your eyes, and you slammed your locker door shut before turning around to face them.

“I do all of your research for you,” you started off, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“And I barely get a thanks from any of you in return anymore! I want to know why. Why do you guys ignore me? All I’ve ever done is help you guys out and it’s like you guys don’t even see me whenever I’m around you. Just… Why?” Your voice broke on the final word, the tears flowing down your flushed cheeks as you tried to hold back a sob.

“And if you want to know why I wasn’t at the Pack Meeting on Saturday or wasn’t replying to your texts or anything, it’s because I’ve been grieving over my dead grandmother. She died on Friday and I just, I don’t know what I’m going to do without her…” That was when you finally let loose, your whole body shaking with your sobs as you covered your face with your hands, the makeup you were wearing undoubtedly smearing and running down your skin. The rest of the Pack didn’t have to so much as glance at each other before wrapping you in a group hug. They knew how close you were to your grandmother and knew that this must be hard for you.

“We are so sorry.” Stiles spoke, being one of the closest to you, his arms being wrapped around you and his chin resting on your head.

“I guess we were just worried about keeping you safe. You’re an important part of this pack (Y/N) and you don’t deserve to be ignored like we did. We are so sorry about all of this. We don’t appreciate you nearly enough.” Scott was the one to speak next, and he reached over and ruffled up your hair, causing you to let out a small laugh.

“I have an idea,” Kira spoke up from the back of the group, a grin forming on her face.

“How about we have a movie night tonight with lots of ice cream and junk food? Oh and Stiles, don’t even mention Star Wars, (Y/N) will be the one picking the movies.”

“Dang it…” The boy mumbled, pretending to be upset though really he wasn’t. His comment only caused the whole group to laugh and for a grin to form on your lips. You were glad that the Pack was finally back to how it used to be.

anonymous asked:

Hey can I have tips or word of encouragement from Mitsutada, Mikazuki, Akashi and Isuminokami Kanesada for saniwa (friend) trying to confess to someone else (I've just made home-made choco for my crush for Valentine day but I'm so stressed ??? I don't think I'll have the guts to give it to him ????? Sorry for rambling (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`))

Ah I’m so sorry for putting this one off anon I really hope everything worked out for you sweet! If I had read it earlier I would have just gone ahead and done it right away. Still, here’s the request if you didn’t end up giving it to your crush maybe this will hope motivate you for next year…?

• “Don’t let it go to waste. Your feelings or the chocolate.”
• Encourages that even if your crush doesn’t share your feelings it’s definitely worthwhile trying after all the effort put in.

• “You only lose the chance to learn how they feel if you don’t find the courage.”
• Let’s you know the decision is up to you but tells you there is more to gain putting your heart on the line.

• “Well if you want to chicken out just give the chocolate to me.”
• He’s not an advice guy. You’d probably get better advice from Hotarumaru and Aizen but he might be trying to provoke you into proving him wrong and going ahead and confessing.

• “You’ve asked the right person. Listen here, if you don’t have the guts to say anything then your feelings aren’t genuine enough!”
• Probably is a little pushy but he’s just trying to pass on some courage to you since you’d probably regret not going through with the confession.

thatguy8801  asked:

Hello! Im so sorry to bother you but Ive noticed you seem a bit down and so i wish you a wonderful week. May everything get done on time for you and that you have time to relax. Do not give up things will work out in the end friend, strive to where you want things to be and itll be OK!! I hope this has done even just a little bit to cheer you up friend!

Thank you so much, dear!! I’m sorry I couldn’t reply to this earlier, I was pretty busy actually preparing everything for my trip.

I really appreciate your words and thank you for taking your time to write to me ❤

I’m feeling way better now. I’m happy because I’m already in Germany and there are a lot of things to do! I’ll surely have a nice week :D

Have an awesome week too!!

                       i can’t control what i say to people. i spend the whole day talking.


polly cooper had never expected to end up in scranton, pa, working for a paper company. when she was twenty, she had been engaged to a guy she thought was just the perfect guy. she couldn’t have been happier. that was until she found out he had been cheating on her. she was HURT and incredibly embarrassed. everything had been planned, and she had to call and cancel everything. for some reason, their honeymoon had been planned for pennslyvania so she had gone on it by herself and ended up staying. she loves the city and loved the people that she works with. her life is finally in order and she has her sister with her to share it all with, but at the same time being so happy SCARES her. the last time she was this happy, her heart was broken. she was BROKEN. she’s not sure why someone would choose to film them, but she’s not necessarily complaining.


BETTY COOPER - little sister / roommate / probably her best friend

+more tba

tell me everything happens for a reason, tell me I’m giving up on my dreams because theres something better in store. tell me I didn’t work this hard for nothing, that ill still be okay. tell me this isn’t the end. tell me that something good is going to come out of this because right now it feels like I’ve worked so hard and failed at it all.
—  i hope everything really does happen for a reason.


Good morning all! I thought I’d finally get around to doing a post about the supplies I use. I’m not very rich and I’m also a very frugal person. So I was not for spending money on anything. I started with some gridded notebook paper rather than a bullet journal because I didn’t want to waste money on a notebook if I ended up not liking the whole bullet journal thing. Eventually I caved and got one of the nicer notebooks out there. As for pens highlighters, I really love the Crayola Marker Super Tips. I tilt them on their side and it works really well. I swear by the Black Staedtler Triplus Fineliners for writing literally everything. I hope this helps! 

My Bullet Journal
Crayola Super Tip Markers
Black Staedtler Triplus Fineliners

My Thoughts on Changes

Fuck you Jim Butcher. That’s my first thought. You can’t just shoot Harry and end the book! That’s not even remotely fair. Nothing in this book was remotely fair. There’s always been some form of a silver lining. Bad guy dies, something worked out relatively nicely for Harry, gave him a tiny bit of happiness or hope or something. And then this time you fucking shoot him!?

Okay. So. Everything is fucked up. Everything. Ebenezar is Harry’s freaking grandfather! How did I not see that coming? I expected Susan to die in this book, granted not in the way it happened and I’m really upset about it but I was kind of ready for it. I knew someone had to die, and I figured it was either her or Murphy. And I just knew it wouldn’t be Murphy after she went all power-of-the-almighty.

There were a lot of interesting parts obviously, the bit with the Erlking was unexpected. so was the part where fucking bland man Martin betrayed them. Killing the entire red court was cool, but expected after Bob confirmed it could be used on any bloodline.

There’s just so much potential now, everything’s differently obviously. I mean the books called changes. Harry’s the winter knight so I’m expecting more faerie related shenanigans. The wars over which obviously means more black council shenanigans. Murphy’s got to do something, early retirement ain’t her deal. And Harry has nothing, no car, no house, no office, no heartbeat. This is like the end of an era. And I can’t help but feel like whatever comes next will be like a Harry Dresden 2.0 better than the original, or maybe worse depending on how you look at it. He’s a broken man now, a tragedy of Shakespearian proportions. I’ve never equally hated and loved a book so much in my life.


Battlefleet Gothic: Armada - A Borris Review

So i have been looking forward to this for a while. I used to love playing my orks in the tabletop game. I remember the first rules for it coming out as a cardboard board game back in the 90s. So while trying not to get to hyped I preordered this and have been waiting for it to move into playable beta. So now lets get down to it. This game has the current caveat of it being a work in progress (they are quick to remind you of this by having it on every screen).

The game is really pretty and its captured the feel and atmosphere every well. on the looks department its scoring really well. I need to upgrade my gaming PC mostly just to run this and a few other games at the prettiest level but even without a top end machine this runs well. The UI is well set out and easy to use though some of the game menus can be a little odd. 

The game play is everything I hoped for. It plays like a real time version of BFG. you can micro manage a lot of the ship’s fighting and movement in game which really comes into its own once you have a handle on it. A few aspects really set this apart from other Space fleet RTSs, the ability to send boarding groups fits well in the fluff and has some great tactical ability once you get the hang of it. But a thing I always miss in games is ramming and in this a game where you can pull that off in a way i have been hoping for since i first played BFG. The factions all have a neat feel with ships playing better at different ranges and styles. One thing I have had happen is progressing through the campaign but losing all my progress when I jump out. In the Skirmish mode I have managed to level up two fleets nicely and enjoying my Imperial Fleet (I can already hear @darth-sebious and @deathshead13 booing) and starting to really feel they are clicking. Currently I am unable to play the promised Space Marine Fleet that the preorder supplies and both Orks and Eldar Corsairs are not available. Back to the Campaign it seems to play out as an imperial officer discovering the breakout and the fighting through the Gothic War. It has a great feel to it though some of the voice acting feels a bit ham handed and cringe worthy. 

Overall I am happy with this game so far its giving me what I have wanted for a  while which is anice in-depth BFG transition from tabletop to PC. The price is pretty good at $39.99 on steam. I give it 8 Blackstone Fortresses out of 10. Worth picking up for the old school BFG fan and new player alike.


i really hope homestuck has a happy ending, i really hope dave and dirk do get to wear normal people clothes again at some point, and that everyone gets to have that much needed awkward palchat, and that jade wakes up and is happy for once, and that the trolls and humans can all become friends and everything just works out in the end because at this point homestuck basically deserves a happy ending right?


I told myself that I wouldn’t cry when I write this post but just making this gifset I ended up crying, especially gifing him rap during Promise. But, HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY Zhang Yixing! I’m sad that I won’t be able to be there for your birthday celebration but I know it’ll definitely be a joyous one. You’ve planned and worked really hard to give something to your fans and I can only hope and wish for fancams and/or photos to come out. I hope that you continue to have success and hope you remain who you are. 

This year and especially last year has definitely been hard for you but you continue to overcome all the obstacles that come your way. As an international fan there’s really nothing that I can do but continue to support you in what you do. I truly wish for happiness and peace in your life and that you get to rest one of these days. Traveling all around the world and working with so many famous people is amazing, but I do hope you rest.

Thank you for everything and here’s to another year but mostly FOREVER WITH YOU ♥ and I’ll see you in Japan!