i will find my place in this world

25 years old hobbyist photographer and filmer based in Buenos Aires Argentina. I’ve been away from Tumblr for awhile and i’m coming back now.

Passionate about travel and street photography, i consider them both a beautiful excuse to experiment and look at the world newly.

I find myself always alterning between going out to the streets to some march, trying to take pictures that condense the feeling of the venue (if possible), and capturing moments, places and sensations from my travels, which i wish would occur more often. 

You can take a look at my work at: 

elinstantedecisivo.tumblr.com

and @elinstadecisivo on Instagram

My life’s work is finally here!  Keep Beach City Weird - THE BOOK!!! 

I’ve collected all of my findings into a single, very legitimate looking book, so that everyone can know the truth about my hometown of Beach City!  Finally, my legacy is protected for the ages.  Even if a giant solar flare wipes out all of the world’s computers  - MY BLOG WILL SURVIVE!

Writing this book was a monumental task.  It took me countless hours of slacking off at work to compile all of my writings, illustrations and far-flung theories into one place. I did have a little help from some fellow truth-stigators I met on a Koala Princess forum, Ben Levin and Matt Burnett, but most of the work was definitely done by ME!  

So if you wanna read about lots of weird stuff like Radioactive Centipedes, Giant Women from the Sea, and The Great Diamond Authority - then order a copy!   It’s sure to be an Empire Times Best-Seller!

https://www.amazon.com/Keep-Beach-City-Weird-Universe/dp/1101995157/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492357206&sr=8-1&keywords=keep+beach+city+weird

“When the world falls down around you and hope is lost, when you find yourself alone amid a lightless place, look to the distance - know that I am there, and that I watch over you, always”

That scene in FFXV reminded me of these two. RWBY Volume 4 ended and now can’t wait for Volume 5. The flowers are Forget-Me-Nots which seemed appropriate.

One more day before Valentines!

@therealjacksepticeye Seán, thru out the years of watching your channel and brightening my days I found sometime special. Your passion and spark to be more positive has helped me find what I now love to do. Sure, some say it’s a bit silly to draw so much inspiration from someone yelling into a camera however to me it means the world. I would have never picked up video editing if it were not for you and the friends you have made on YouTube. Thank you so much for making the world a better place even if it is on a small scale. One smile, one laugh can make a world of difference, and it sure made a difference in me.

I love the Matt/Shiro BrOTP so have some headcanons that have been sitting in my drafts for weeks

-Matt is a living meme and Shiro questions their friendship every day

-“You know you love me~”

-Everyone questions how someone so calm and mature can be best friends with Matt and Matt kinda laughs in their face

-Matt: Calm? Mature? This guy almost fought a five-year-old over a chocolate bar!
Shiro: I really like the brand oKAY???

-Matt has tried to set Shiro up on one too many dates. It’s really easy since everyone and their mother has a crush on Shiro but Shiro needs Matt to stop.

-He did after a while until Shiro developed a crush on Allura. Cupid Matt was back. Shiro wanted to kill himself.

-Constantly making fun of each other because they love each other

-Shiro: Matt, if you don’t stop, I will literally sit on you.
Matt: Try me.
*high-pitched screams*

-You wouldn’t believe how often that happens. Spoil alert: A lot.

-They’re pretty competitive when it comes to each other. Whether it comes to bets or board games. Tears are shed. Friendships are broken. It gets pretty intense.

-Matt: I got to move on and be who I am! I just don’t belong here, I hope you understand! We might find our place in this world someday. But at least for now, I gotta find my own way…
Shiro: Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic over a pizza slice?

-Once Shiro ate the last brownie and Matt wouldn’t talk to him for a week. The dude really loves his food.

-Shiro: No.
Matt: This is homophobia at its finest. ://

-Once they had a convo on what their ship name would be if they dated, Shiro came up with Shatt, Matt disowned him

-Death jokes make up half of their friendship.

-Shiro: I’m going to propel myself off of this balcony.
-Matt: Not without me, you’re not.

I’m not gonna lie- I had complex feelings about spending the weekend dancing whilst watching tensions w North Korea mount.
I find It’s a tightrope between being vigilantly observant of everything going on in the world and also having enough space and time to appreciate God’s good earth the way it was intended to be appreciated.
On my way home I found myself compelled to visit an old favorite place of mine at the rim of the world highway where I took a moment to sit down by the sequoia grove and write a little song.
I just wanted to share this in hopes that one individual’s hope and prayer for peace might contribute to the possibility of it in the long run.
Hope everyone has a nice day,
with love from California

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We are celebrating two years of #Blackout creating visibility for Black creatives.

Allow us to introduce you to @icedteasupremacy, the talent behind @petragraphy.

Petra, on her work and journey: 

“I’m Petra Shrieves, a 20 year old, self taught, New York City based photographer. I was born and raised in the city, and though it’s an art filled place, I didn’t become fully invested in photography or art at all until I was 15. During my tough times in high school, I turned to my camera, and thus, Petragraphy was born. Petragraphy is the balance of reality and surrealism, the dream state that clings to you when you’re on the brink of waking, Petragraphy is the vision so many artists are afraid of. In a world filled with forced minimalism, I only want to inspire those to find the color. To seek out the vibrancy in life and share it with the rest of the world.”

We salute your talent and celebrate your Black Excellence Petra!

Follow her photography journey:
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                                       when the world falls around you, and hope is lost,
                                    when you find yourself alone, amid a lightless place,
                                               look to the distance. know that i’m there
                                                     and that i watch over you always.
                                                                                                                                                                      

In one world,
You love me,
I love you,
And we both feel a little more whole
When the other is around.

In another world,
We are married,
You are chasing the kids around the house,
I’m watching,
And I’m falling a little more in love with you,
I will always fall a little more in love with you.

In this world,
We are young,
But our love is so pure,
So wholesome,
You love me,
And I love you,
And nothing else matters anymore.

In every world,
In every universe,
It is us.
I refuse to believe that there is
Another time,
Another place,
Where you and I aren’t together,
Because, I believe the universe fights
For two souls to be together.
And, even if it stops fighting,
I never will.

—  I hope I live countless life times just so I can find you, and love you in every single one.

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So I've been following both you and keilattes for awhile now and can I just say how precious both of you are?? I love seeing your posts and meme wars on my dash. I had a pretty shitty week tbh but your posts and art makes me laugh and smile and the world seems like a better place. *Makkachin hugs*

aww, thank you! and I’m glad our bad memes made you feel better <:

also some more asks bc kei is popular on here apparently hahah

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iambeckyg Now my favorite FAVORITE part of the night was seeing this guy come out of his shell and be so free. So many times while watching the movie I’d look over so see his reaction to the movie. To see him react and Identify himself in such a special character like Billy made me so extremely proud of the message of this movie. When RJ met Alex for the first time last night I cried. As RJ held onto my little brother in the biggest bear hug, I found myself overwhelmed with happiness and relief. As a big sister who looks after my siblings like my own, I was relieved because when I was young & Alejandro was diagnosed with autism I always worried that he would struggle to find his place in the world. I would ask myself if he would he ever truly see how special and amazing he is rather than just “different” than everyone else? Last night I think he himself finally realized that he’s our Hero. That he too is powerful in his own way. That being unique isn’t a bad thing. That he’s special to so many people and inspires everyone around him. He is my real life Billy. 💙 I love you Big Al. Thanks for being my hero.

Headcanon: After they get together, before Lena finds out that Kara is Supergirl. She takes her on all of these vacations, eager to show the world to the woman who has given it to her. She takes Kara to the Colosseum, they kiss at the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (Kara eats more pastries in France than Lena thought possible) they walk hand-in-hand along the Great Wall of China. Lena also takes Kara to her favorite vineyard, and a private beach she discovered during a break from her mother. 

Lena’s favorite place in the world is the cottage near Mangerton Mountain in Ireland that she purchased in cash and has never told anyone about. 

 It takes only one night of Lena settled between her legs in front of the fireplace, the only sounds in the world their breathing and the crackle from the fire, for Kara to decide that this might be her favorite place too. She thinks maybe her favorite place is wherever Lena is. 

 After Lena discovers that Kara is, in fact, Supergirl. (A misstep by Winn that Alex quickly follows with a smack to his head and various threats) Her eyes widen as the realization hits. Kara has already seen the world, probably even more so than Lena herself. When she asks Kara about it, she pulls her close and says, “Yeah, Lena, I’ve flown everywhere. But I had never really seen anywhere until I was looking through your eyes. I want to explore the rest of the world with you, see everything with you.” Kara pauses, “Can I take you to my favorite place?” The smile Lena gives her, soft and sincere, is all the answer Kara needs. 

 The tears Kara sees in her eyes when they land in Ireland tell her that she was right. Her favorite place is with Lena. 

blue night radio ♡ 170309
translation: u. kim, soompi

(the leaving announcement - longer translation) jonghyun: when i first started hosting this show, i wanted to create a space where people, including myself, could set their hearts at rest, no matter where they were. three years later, this space has grown into a whole world in itself. it taught me about so many things i’ve never experienced, and i’ve also revealed a lot to my listeners. this space allowed us to come together in one place regardless of where we were physically. some people joined us from the other side of the world and at a different time, but we were were still in the same space. physical space had nothing to do with us, and i hope it continues to be that way.

do you know the feeling when you find something you love so much that you’re not sure what you should do to take good care of it? blue night has turned into something like that for me, and now i don’t now what to do. i guess every beginning has an end. i have something to tell everyone today. for various reasons, i will be taking some time away from the physical space of blue night i thought my listeners should be the first ones to know. i will continue to be in the same spiritual space we created.

i apologize. i said i would stay for a long time, but [i had to do this] because of my schedule and health. i’m sure there will be a time when we can share our stories with each other again. as i’ve always said, i have a certain mindset that i set for myself as a radio dj. while i’m away, i will continue thinking about those things and polish myself before i come back. i will definitely come back.

My best friend asked me if I ever saw myself being with you again. I smiled, and I told her that you’re the kind of girl who crosses by a guy’s life once and then never again. I don’t know what it is about you that made me feel that way, but I know that we will never be able to pick up where we left off because it’s been so long and we’ve changed so much.

I told her that even if I wanted to be with you, I’m not sure I can - because you broke me. And if you were the one for me, you wouldn’t have left me.

I told her that in time, I’m going to carry on with my life. I’m gonna go out into the world because there is so much living to do - so many places to go to, lots of people to meet, and dozens of things to cross off my bucket list. 

“And to find the person you’ll love forever?”, she asked.

I looked at her, smiled and answered, “I already did.”

—  LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write
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“People of the world: HELP US! Venezuela is fighting for its freedom”


I know you guys don’t care for my country, but this is important! Share the word please!

For 18 years Venezuela has been living under a dictatorial regime that covers itself has democracy. People is starving, dying because there’s no food nor medicines, there’s no money and everyday more people leave this country in hopes of finding a better life some place else. 

This corrupt government is blind to the people’s issues and has tried to cover like we’re totally fine in front of other countries. We’re tired, we can’t take this anymore! 

Protests started a couple weeks ago and so far a lot of people have died or been imprisoned for fighting for our freedom. GNB is shooting and teargassing the protestants.

It’s clear to us we need support of other countries! Please! Help us get rid of this government that’s killing and tearing this country apart. Please, help Venezuela in the fight for its freedom!! 

All the pictures are from April 19th, 2017.

For more info on this subject you can check the ig accounts I link bellow!

Pictures taken from Instagram accounts:  @VenezuelaLucha@elpanavenezolano @esdevenezolanoss

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Addicted


Characters: Demon!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2k (Lyrics in italics)

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic EIGHTEEN. The line requested was,  “I get all tingly when you take control like that.” was requested by @50shadesofsubtext  It will be highlighted in the fic. I am also including a gif submission from @faegal04 It was too good to pass up. It’s also loosely based on the song Addicted by Kelly Clarkson. 

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The Elsewhere Child

He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.

I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.

I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.

She is a pathological liar.

Her lies fascinate me.

After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.

It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.

They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).

I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.

It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.

I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.

It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.

My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.

If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?

Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.

Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.

They look at me and see a pretty face, but I no longer see value in that. Acknowledgement of it, even with the best intentions, just makes me feel lonely somehow. A smile of gratitude that quickly fades, while places tucked away and unseen ache and resonate through me, like vibrations of music no one can hear. He saw beyond my skin and curves, far past the errant hairs gently brushing across my shoulders. While everyone else stared at me, he gazed into me. My laugh was his pornography, his quest was my heart, and capture it he did. If only…Others mean well, but they don’t see. They miss so much. They rush to love someone that is not me, only a false idol made up of their own desires and insecurities. The more people look at the surface, the more I retreat into myself, into quiet places, making paths where there were none before. I used to leave stones behind to find my way back or perhaps to be found, but not anymore. I fear I may be lost within another world, and these words I send out into cyberspace are my only remaining connection.
—  lotuses4daddy