i think i will try to make this a thing

mochi-plz  asked:

what do you listen to while you make art ? Podcasts ? Music ?

I live in Los Angeles and I usually try to draw at a coffee shop while I make my comics. It’s nice to take a walk and see the neighborhood. If it’s noisy, I’ll put in earplugs when I figure out the captions for my comics. I can’t think of sentences if there’s noise or music.

Once I have the captions figured out, I like listening to music - sometimes the same song over and over again, sometimes podcasts. Listening to music helps me to stay focused. It keeps me from switching gears and starting to goof off on Wikipedia or something. Here are a couple good things for your ears:

I could listen to nothing but ELO all day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5KvC-m6K9wY

“Criminal” is a fantastic podcast: http://thisiscriminal.com/

“Radiolab” is wonderful: http://www.radiolab.org/

“The Memory Palace” just makes me want to draw and smile: http://thememorypalace.us/

KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

I read that ask this morning when checking my main email and didn’t think much about it? like I was just gonna say “maybe, sorry, thanks”, and then I was decided to only complain when I opened tumblr like two hours ago xd but now??? I’m seriously considering to spend all day bringing back to life that blog lololol I had plans for today but they are forgotten as I only want to organize once again all these tiddies I’ve drawn

me: im gonna name all my characters for this thing after flowers or plants that have the same symbolic meaning as their character motifs, quirks, or arcs:)

me @ myself: name this one weed and make them a stoner

That sex ed class made me cringe so hard lmao XD

It wasn’t Ms. Delaney’s fault though. She was actually trying to be objective this time. The students were just being immature as always and made things THAT awkward.

Now, I know how sex is a huge issue for some and not so much for others. BUT I liked how Rosa didn’t make a big deal out of it by doing the demonstration with the banana.

My country leads the rate of teenage pregnancy in the Americas. I can’t help but think that things would be different  IF society were to address sex with a better approach, taking in consideration people’s different social classes and situations. 

My point is, as embarrassing it is, I do think sex ed is extremely important. It’s even better when it’s approached in a more lighthearted yet informative way. That’s why I like how Rosa handled the situation (Hey, it was impressive by MCL standards XD)! Candy even mentioned she made them feel childish or something! das my wife =3

BUT YOU KNOW WHAT WAS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING SAID IN THIS ENTIRE EPISODE?!

THIS! ONE THOUSAND TIMES THIS!

As astonishing as it may sound, MANY people don’t know gay and lesbian couples are supposed to use protection. There being penetration or not, ALL couples of any sexuality are supposed to use some kind of protection cause STDs are a huge problem everywhere. Unfortunately. 

Raising awareness for sexual health is necessary. 

Priya’s little discourse was enough to make me happy. Being bi myself, I cannot agree more with her because everyone tends to ignore LGBT topics at school. Thumbs up for Beemoov this time x3 

anonymous asked:

I'm so confused by bisexuality...I accept it but I can't understand? Like it doesn't make sense to me? How can someone be attracted to more than one gender? That's so confusing...

noah fence but its really not that hard

think of two things you like that are different

and boom there u go

if that concept is out of ur comprehension i dunno how to tell u that like. u can like more than one thing at once.

Healing Kisses

Peter Parker x Reader

This is a re-post of this drabble request: hiya!! i absolutely adore your fics, and i was wondering if you could write one where peter constantly worries about his girlfriend (bc worried peter is adorable) and he’s just rlly protective over her and loving but he’s trying his best to not be too overbearing and she thinks it’s the cutest thing ever?? thank you!!!

Summary: Sometimes you make Spider-man a little clumsy. Words: 800.


The giddy feeling in your chest bubbled up through your lungs and into the air, pealing, exuberant laughter filling the air, muffled slightly as you flew past shimmering buildings and rusty fire escapes, light of the stars and street lamps and office buildings reflecting off of the glassy surfaces all around you; wrapped up in Peter’s arms the way your laughter wrapped around his heart.

He’d agreed to take you for a spin around the city in style, but only if you agreed to wear a ski-mask, and only if you waited until after dark. It hadn’t been a difficult decision. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet, heart pounding, laughter already fluttering in the pit of your abdomen, hair tucked neatly underneath the scratchy fabric of your mask when he’d finally come knocking on your window.

So, really, to say that the abrupt end to your fun had been a disappointment was an understatement. Your laughter had distracted him. Your arms around his neck, and the warmth of your body pressed so closely to his had distracted him.

Both of your bodies had slammed into an ill-placed billboard. The sound of it echoing through the night would have been funny had it not knocked the wind out of you so entirely. Luckily, Peter had taken the brunt of the impact, his body jarring against yours as the whole side of him collided with the smiling face on the ad, your bones clanging against his, your mouth smashing against a pointy chin on the second bounce.

“Oh no, shit, shit, I’m sorry,” words spilling from his mouth before your bodies had run out of momentum; your knee knocked into his one more time, “Are you OK?” His voice was high and cracking, worry edging into every syllable. His hand tensed as he worked to lengthen the web he held so that he could lower the two of you to the ground, old sneakers and red boots settling on the roof together.

“I think so,” you said, mentally cataloguing every inch of you before running your hands over the lines of his shoulders, fingers running over a solid chest; you could feel his heart pounding beneath your fingers, “what about you?”

He clicked his tongue at that, shaking a masked head, “Of course I’m fine,” he said as he reached out to pull the mask off of his head, curls spilling out over a sweaty forehead before doing the same for you. You could feel the strands at the top of your head lifting with it, static pulling at the fine pieces.

His eyes narrowed as he focused in on your mouth, sucking air into his mouth again, “Dammit,” he whispered, fingers wiping at the little trail of blood making its way down your chin, “see, man, I’m so sorry. I knew this was a bad idea.”

You tried to shoo his hand away from you, lip throbbing, but probably not as bad as it looked, “Peter, I’m fine. Stop.”

“You’re bleeding.”

“So? I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Then his lips were all over your face, healing kisses smattering your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

“I’m sorry, you’re hurt and it’s my fa- ” You pulled your face away from him, his lips frozen in a pucker, to interrupt him.

“Oh my God, Peter, you’re doing the thing again.” He gave you his best attempt at a dirty look, childishly sticking his tongue out at you, and you had to laugh at him. Had to laugh at how ridiculous this boy was, with his careful fingers and tender heart. He cared about you, there was no doubting that. There was no questioning the burning in your chest and the fluttering of your heart.

In all honesty, the pulse in your lip was keeping time with the one in your chest, but you would never admit that to him.

“Ok, but are you really, really sure that you’re OK?” His brows were furrowed, gentle fingers crawling through your hair like the soft kisses he’d left all over your cheeks, checking for lumps and bumps that weren’t there.

You let your amusement paint your lips with a soft smile.

“Peter,” you huffed, an airy laugh pushing past a bruised lip, “really, really.” He stopped his fussing then, silken tresses falling back into place as his fingers retreated to your face, warm palms embracing ruddy cheeks. Tips of a calloused thumb brushed over the split on your lip; gentleness matching the look in his eyes and contrasting with the little frown weighing at his mouth. You nodded your head at him, eyes pleading with his to let it go.

But then his thumb pushed a little too firmly into your lip as you moved your head and you winced before you could really help yourself and he was groaning, eyebrows furrowing all over again as he released your face and threw his hands into the air.

“See, you’re not OK.”

Peter.”

Fic etiquette question

It’s your pesky new fic author again, with more questions! This is open to absolutely anyone but is specifically related to the Check Please fandom, and I know there are certain things specific to this fandom than others.

I know not everyone will feel the same so I’m just trying to get a consensus and this is better than me bugging authors individually in that tiny little chat box. Also, if anyone wants to reblog and say ‘I hate when people do this please don’t!’ it could be handy to let me and anyone else who sees it avoid making that faux pas. (This isn’t apropos of anything, just something I’ve been thinking of lately.)

Coming into a fandom late, I’m doing a lot of catch up on content. A lot of the fic I’m reading on AO3 is from a few years ago now and it’s not always easy to find the author’s tumblr and then the specific fic post in order to reblog it. I always try to do that of course as the OP deserves to see the notes and the appreciation themselves.

But often times I can’t find the person’s tumblr or their fics are all in one tag and I don’t have time to scroll and scroll to find the right one.

In this case is it okay if I make a post to the AO3 link with my reason for recommending it and @ tagging the person’s tumblr if I can find it? Or is there a preferred alternate method, or a way to find a post like that that I’m not aware of?

My concerns are:

- a form of credit theft since I see the notes and reblogs on it because I made the post, even though it isn’t my content I’m recommending

- sometimes a person has left a fandom and they don’t want their old work to start getting passed around again

- the fic in question might be rated M or E and the author never wished for it to be on tumblr for certain reasons

- just generally making long time fans’ butts tired because everyone already knows about that fic and it’s tiring seeing a new fan dredging up old stuff on their dash

I am totally open to anything anyone has to say and I don’t expect everyone to perfectly agree. It would just be really handy to have the responses in the notes of this post so I can get a general feeling.

Thank you!

This just in. We shall continue followers. This war is one sided for I am merely watching them make themselves look like fools. Idgaf to be honest. Too busy with school stuff to care very much. So they’re pretty much fighting a losing battle if they think this is going to get under my skin. It’s cute really, but as of now you’re shooting at me with blanks. I don’t feel a thing and I won’t. You’re trying to be rude and intimidating, but you’re coming off as mildly funny…not too funny…mildly funny.

anonymous asked:

my mom doesnt believe i have autism, and i try and tell her about the symptoms and shes in denial. i had a bad meltdown todya at school and i tried to tell her it was bc i have aspegers! but she got mad at me and said labels arent everything. i need labels a lot they make me feel safe and i love to categorize things. what do i do?

Call yourself autistic and who cares what your mom says? Autism is a word that explains how your brain works and why it makes you think or behave in certain ways. 

Intellectual disabilities, Downs syndrome, epilepsy, depression, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, dissociative identity disorder, Tourette’s syndrome, dwarfism, cerebral palsy, osteogenesis imperfecta, fibromyalgia, spinal muscular atrophy, muscular dystrophy, chronic fatigue syndrome, deafness, blindness, multiple sclerosis, dementia, Parkinson’s disease, post-traumatic stress disorder, Marfan syndrome, psoriasis, retinitis pigmentosa, etc…

…they’re words that describe how / why a brain / body will look and / or function the way it does. Sometimes a person is born that way and others develop later in life. 

Ask your mom if she would refuse to call a bird a duck if it quacks, waddles around on webbed feet and definitely isn’t a pelican, penguin, goose or a swan.

Also, refusing to say someone is autistic doesn’t make their autism go away. ;P

does anyone else like. play games with themselves and test their own self-control and ability to tolerate suffering. like i make myself get incredibly addicted to things only to force myself to give them up cold-turkey just to see if i can. like it’s very within my power to continue the addiction. i just sharply chose to give it up to test myself.


its like a game. to see how much withdrawal i can suffer. and i feel like it strengthens me. or at least i think i do it to try and strengthen myself


idk. maybe im just weird lmao

anonymous asked:

Explain your opinions pls

Okay. I have a lot, and I mean A LOT of opinions about this new movie so let me give a non-spoiler review of all the things I liked about the movie, and all the things I don’t like.

(Also keep in mind that I am not going to be judging this like an episode of Ninjago. I’m going to be judging it as a full length movie that was shown in theaters. So obviously I’m going to be more critical than I would the show.)


Things I Enjoyed about The Lego Ninjago Movie:

  • Going all Out (not the song)

I don’t think I’m lying when I say that this movie.. definitely didn’t have to exist. Ninjago isn’t exactly a super well known show among most audiences and it’s already a pretty ballsy decision to make a movie about it. But you can tell they really did try to make something good. (For the most part.) In behind the scenes clips you can clearly see the people had fun making the movie, and despite what the movie is, you really have to appreciate that.

They threw A LOT of ideas and clear effort into this movie and its hard to be upset at anything that tries like that. Especially since there are movies out there that don’t try and focus on manipulating the audience. (I’m looking at you Lorax!!)

  • Lord Garmadon

Simply put, their enemy Lord Garmadon is the best thing in the movie. He has the best voice acting, the best jokes, the best writing, and he’s just very entertaining to watch and see him interact with the other characters. It’s very safe to assume that he steals the show. (Which actually kind of leads to another problem but we’ll get to that later.)

  • The Animation

I don’t know if this counts, since it’s still kind of the same animation as in the other movies, but I’m still going to mention it because the lego animation is still pretty damn impressive. A lot of the movement between things like how the characters move, how the mechs and machines move, the fight scenes, and all other sort of things like that work very well.

  • Unique and Surprisingly kind of Deep

This movie definitely puts some twists on some old kids movie cliches. I won’t go into detail on what things exact but lets just say there’s some very interesting conflict between Lloyd and his father near the sort of climax of the movie. Yeah there are some cliches that don’t change like the reveal of the Ninja’s powers. But it’s alright.

  • Some of the Jokes Work

Like said. Some of the jokes work very well. From inside jokes of the show, and other jokes that managed to make me actually laugh. Some of them visual, some of them dialogue based. But there are some good jokes Most of them involving Wu and Garmadon.

One of my favorite jokes is actually the one that contributes to the story, with Garmadon’s generals in the middle of the movie. For those who’ve seen the movie I think you know what I’m talking about.

  • The Movie Does get Better as it Progresses

I’m happy I did get something out of this movie. Most notably near the end where I did start getting happy and started feeling more involved in the movie.

Things I didn’t like about the The Lego Ninjago Movie:

  • The First 1/3rd of this Movie is Some of the Worst Piece of Film I’ve ever seen (and I wish I was exaggerating)

Everything before the scene where they go to the forest is just plain awful. Literally everything is wrong with the beginning of this movie. I can’t say specifics because this is a spoiler free answer, but I will say that every scene in the beginning is painfully flawed, when the film is available everywhere I’ll probably make a post analyzing the scenes and explaining why they suck.

But for now your just gonna have to listen to the other points I make after this point because the rest of these can completely describe the first couple of scenes.

  • Everything Moves too Damn Fast

Almost everything in this movie (especially the beginning) moves waaaaay to quickly. The pacing is so fast you can barely tell whats going on. Sometimes it takes no more than a blink for you to be completely lost in what’s going on in the movie. Most notably any scene that had the other ninja in it, would run by so fast you would think the director was ashamed of the characters and wanted to get them over with as soon as possible.

  • Too Much Focus on the Wrong Details

All the writing and scenes are focused on all the wrong things. Remember how I said Garmadon was the best thing in the movie? That’s because 70% percent of this movie is focused on him. Other things are focused on Lloyd which is fine, but also stupid scenes with background characters and much more other things I don’t even really remember. (And I just saw the movie a couple of hours ago.)

  • Horrible Writing and Story

If you haven’t seen the show, you will have absolutely no idea what is going on in this movie. The whole movie treats you like you already know who the characters are, what they’re like, and so forth. Even though we really don’t.

The beginning of the movie already starts out with the Ninja in action, as if it’s the beginning of Guardians of The Galaxy 2. But while that was fun and entertaining in that movie since well, we already know who the characters are in that movie and what we think about them. In this movie we don’t even know what they’re like before their fighting scenes is shoved in your face.

  • Some of the Jokes Physically Hurt

Just…. the joke about the ultimate weapons. No. No. No.

  • Important Main Characters are Horribly thrown to the Side.

The other Ninja: Kai, Jay, Cole, Zane, and Nya, are all completely unnecessary to the story. They have a few cute moments but they only get about 2% of the focus of the movie. You could take them out of the movie and it wouldn’t make much of a difference which honestly really really sucks considering how much the marketing was centered around them, and just the fact I enjoy those characters a lot.

  • Strangely Bad Voice Acting

Most notably the voice acting of the other ninja are strangely underwhelming. Lloyd, Zane, and Garmadon are alright but everyone else felt like they were phoning in their lines. (There were actually multiple points in the movie where I couldn’t tell if Kai, Jay, or Cole were talking since they sound so monotone.)

  • REPEATING THE SAME ANIMATION, SOUNDEFFECTS, AND CLIPS OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND PRETENDING LIKE WE WOULDN’T NOTICE

This pissed me off the most in the entire movie. Literally all the time, scenes would be reused and reused over and over again. Most notably when the ninja are talking to each other with their masks on. Its painfully obvious and genuinely insulting to think they could just repeat the same scenes over and over again and think we wouldn’t notice. It is beyond stupid.

{I'm Falling - Again}

within a second
things were the same again
and i was glad

i missed your stupid smile
when you said something
even more stupid

and
i missed your messy handwriting
most people can’t read
but i can

and
i missed the way you look at me
when you think i’m reading
but i’m just thinking
how bad i want to tell you

maybe
i should tell you,
should tell you
that other people try to make me laugh but always fail
because i can’t see happiness anymore
but when i’m with you
i laugh and you don’t even have to try,
just looking at you makes me want to smile
and when you smile back
and your eyes look into mine
longer than they should,
i believe in everything there is
and i know i will tell you
as soon as we’re alone

I just woke up and wow you guys have already made my day! 

I’m so happy so many of you liked my most recent fic, and that so many of you have said such lovely and kind things! Really, you guys are so amazing and super nice all the time, your feedback and comments are the reason I’ve been enjoying writing again lately, they really inspire me to try harder and to think of new ideas and to do my best to improve, so thank you so much for every like, and every reblog, and every comment!

I really want to thank people individually for saying such lovely things (even in the tags cos yeah I read aaaall the tags), but I can’t reply to posts cos’ this is a sideblog and tumblr doesn’t let me and I’d feel a bit like a creeper if I went through and sent everyone a message so instead I’m just gonna tag everyone who said such lovely things in this post? hopefully that’s okay, sorry if it’s not! 

@thatjettkid @mewsicalmiss @squashymoon-wink @cinquefoilelove @romananalogicality @snufflesthegrim227 @fancifulfox @mylasagnaisraw @deafinatelyfangirling @fandomsandanythingelse @virgilient @virgils-jacket @colie7700 @holdnarrytight @sylveon-lover-crazyfangirl1415 

hopefully I haven’t missed anyone out. but yeah, thank you guys so much for your lovely words and messages and reblogs, you’re amazing <3 

(also a special thanks to @alexwithalex who I think is now making compliment jars himself and that is so super awesome! i’m sorry i told you i read all the tags)

So @beabaseball and I have tried not once, but TWICE to make a Fullmetal Alchemist au with our goofs to no avail. I’ve just kinda written it off at this point but she still wants to find a way to make it work and has been poking her head up over my internet shoulder occasionally with things like:

“Okay so if we do -this- I think it’ll–”

“Our problem was–”

“I think if–”

and I’m usually like “yeah okay sure” for most of them but I’m not taking it super seriously because I tend to be the one who has to wrangle her around to specific aus so she doesn’t go hopping all over the place, but since she kept bringing it up I jokingly said

“if you want to convince me to try this again you’re going to have to make me a powerpoint presentation on how it’s going to work”

she’s literally making a powerpoint to convince me to try this a third time

baseball what the fuck lmao

anonymous asked:

What makes your girl/boyfriend that special to you? I think everyone has someone that makes them special to them. You are so pretty I'm curious because I think a lot of guys and girls throw themselves at you x

They are special to me because they make me feel like I am worth the life I live, before I met them I came from a dark and tragic time in my life where I wanted to give up. Because of them I am still here and they saved me from one of the biggest mistakes I could of ever made in my life. They are special because they remind me that I can conquer so many things if I just keep trying, and because of the fact that I am still here I have already conquered so much and I am ready to do even more. 🖤

anonymous asked:

Hi Emma! I currently have 5 exams to take in a 2 weeks and I'm very stressed. How do I study for all the exams everyday (during the holidays) without compromising any plans? Or should i focus on 2/3 of the subjects each day?

Helloo! This post might have a few helpful tips to making a plan. I would try to focus on 2 or 3 subjects if you can. If you’re working around plans, it might be better doing fewer subjects on the one day - just so you have more time to get into them, rather than thinking “today I must study maths, physics, geography and history but only have 3 hours”. Whilst doing fun things, it is important to study so make sure you’re balancing the two. You could try to get your friends to have a study group session during the holidays so you can do work, hang out but then do something fun afterwards :-) xx

My little brother had long hair till he was 14, he always wore dress and tried to look “pretty” and wear makeup and have my mom braid his hair, and he also played as a girl in games with my sister and I, that’s just because he liked it, as he grew up he stopped doing it and now is a big dude who never is not in jeans and hoodie and his favorite thing is working out and punk rock. None of that changed his gender that’s just how he liked to look and act. It’s how he expressed his ideas and feelings. and I think people confuse that with being trans. I my self am trans and I used to steal my brothers clothes and chop my own hair off, but i also had extreme distress about my anatomy and it caused a lot of frustration and confusion and anger. It made me uncomfortable to be naked. I had always done crazy shit to try and make more guy friends so they’d see me as cool and not just some girl. I fucking learned to ollie before i could even really ride a skateboard just because at 7 years old no one else knew how. I would jump off roofs and fight and that’s not something my brothers dealt with to the degree that i had to. I used to call my self ethan when i met kids at like mcdonalds and places where you only meet kids once, ya know? Because I looked like a boy more than my brothers and I loved it. But there are key differences is what I am saying. And it’s not wrong to want to express masculinity and femininity in different ways, but you dont have to jump to changing your gender.

anonymous asked:

What do you think is the hardest part about writing fics and nsfw fics?

Thank you for the ask!!

Fics

Character voice. That is literally why I started writing fics, to see if I could write in the voices of other characters, and I figured no one is going to be as painfully honest as a fandom (esp the Marvel fandom where I started writing, they like to bitch a LOT). 

I try to re-read a few chapters of the characters I’m going to write so I can figure their voice out and make sure it’s fresh when I go to write.

NSFW Fics

DESCRIBING THINGS. I don’t just mean in a sexual way, though I have to be careful not to repeat certain words (thrust, pump, moan, groan, scream, rock, etc.). Also, I run out of ways to avoid saying things like “vagina”, “labia”, “clitoris”, “g-spot”, “penis”, and “testicles” (guys are so much easier to write, less to avoid). For me with fics, biological names are generally ruled out because they take you out of the flow.

The main reason it’s tough though is because I have associative synesthesia (fancy way of saying my senses get tied together on some things). My main thing is taste, hence me describing it as little as possible in any of my fics despite being a good cook IRL (what part of “it should taste shallow and dark green” don’t you understand???). 

Also, and more critically for this answer, physical sensations have a color and shape association as well, you may have noticed how much I describe things as feeling “sharp” or “like a sharp wave” in describing orgasms. I actually do a search in my first edit for shape and color words I use most frequently on accident to make sure I haven’t used them in my fic. Regular fics it isn’t too bad, but since I’m so new to smut, I get nervous and it gets worse.

Unrelated to my writing: light that is too bright or too bright blue (like, cartoon-esque sky blue) literally makes the roof of my mouth tingle and itch for a good 15 minutes. 

I’m willing to bet when you sent that ask this is not the answer you were expecting. lololol