i would never want to be in a world without any of you

Divide Deluxe: Ask Game
  • Eraser: What is one thing you find comfort in?
  • Castle on the Hill: Name a favorite childhood memory?
  • Dive: Without saying who- what's one thing you wanted to tell someone but never did?
  • Shape of You: What's something that attracts you to someone?
  • Perfect: Do you believe in true love?
  • Galway Girl: Do you play any instruments?
  • Happier: Do you still miss the one that got away?
  • New Man: Have you ever changed for another person?
  • Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: Have you broken more hearts than have broken yours?
  • What Do I Know?: How would you change the world?
  • How Would You Feel (Paean): Who was the last person you told ‘i love you’ to?
  • Supermarket Flowers: Have you ever lost someone close to you?
  • Barcelona: Where would you go if nothing was standing in your way?
  • Bibia Be Ya Ya: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?
  • Nancy Mulligan: Best story about how relatives got together?
  • Save Myself: What did ‘selflove’ look like for you today?

aurum88  asked:

I am in LOVE with the night club au. I would love to see more of it if you ever felt like it. I know you mentioned them sitting through a police raid... Also I love when you do fahc from an outsider's perspective, it's so good and so enjoyable. Keep up the good work :)

Thanks so much! I really didn’t stick to the perspective as well as i meant to but i just wanted to knock something out without going back to fix it so it is what it is. 

As for the raid, well. Normally Geoff’s contacts are enough to keep that sort of thing from happening no matter what kind of business he’s meddling in, but every now and then someone fresh and optimistic comes along trying to change the world, or one of Geoff’s crooked pals forgets what they owe him, and the club is subjected to a night of privacy infringement and poorly veiled insults courtesy of Los Santos’ finest. The notoriety of a raid never hurts FAKE’S business but any night spent entertaining the boys in blue is a night not spent raking in the cash from the public, and that just does not make Geoff a happy man.

Still, when the police descend and pull him from his office Geoff stays cool and calm and infuriatingly smug, Jack professional and blasé at his side, and the pair conduct every interview with the perfect polish of upstanding citizens despite everyone in the room knowing they are as guilty as sin. They’ll smile, will answer questions as their property is invaded and their people are harassed, they’ll pointedly refrain from mentioning that the police chief is a close friend of the business, and no matter how thorough the search is they’ll never be caught with a scarp of incriminating evidence.

None of the casual workers have anything to say, not privy to any of the background business, but even if they were they’re all smart enough to keep their mouths shut, and all too soon they’re deemed useless and sent on their way. Steffie and Matt tend to play themselves out with the crowd and laugh at the others come morning, saved yet again by their ability to refrain from stirring up a hornet’s nest, avoiding aggravating the cops in a way the rest of the FAKE’S crew is oddly incapable of.

The main team are not so lucky, though for the most part they bring it on themselves; intentionally infuriating and insufferably cocky they all toy with any member of law enforcement they’re faced with no matter the rank, daring them to bite back, safe in the confidence that there’s no trouble Geoff and Jack can’t get them out of. Corralled to the side of the bar to await their questioning and watch the raid unfold not one of FAKE’S diehard employees can refrain from commentating, calling out particular officers who look like they’re slacking or making suggestions of places to look, slouched together in their insolence, collectively laughing off every attempt to bring them into order.

Ryan, Jeremy and Michael always play their interviews the exact same way; stoic and unimpressed with crossed arms, incredulous looks and just enough menace to keep things interesting without tipping all the way into threat.  Lindsay and Mica swing from overtly airheaded to ruthlessly clever brutally enough to keep any member of law enforcement too busy trying to dig themselves out of the pit of offensively sexist stereotyping to bother collecting any viable information. Trevor pleasantly answers every question without ever actually answering a single question, and Gavin is, as always, a menace. All big guileless eyes and affinity for starting trouble he pokes and prods, taunts and teases, chewing up and spitting out officers like they’re regular patrons of the club, but the detectives are another matter altogether. They always circle back to Gavin, closeness to Geoff making him a prime candidate for interrogation, and for all Gavin hates them they tend to hate him right back, or pity him, or on one notable occasion that instantly turned the tone of the room from amused to quietly furious, call him all kinds of unpleasant names casting aspersions on his character and role at the club.

That particular detective didn’t last long; for all he mocked Michael’s sudden snarling appearance and Gavin’s scathing response, sneer only wobbling in the face of the cold, silent judgement of the FAKE’S around him, he wasn’t laughing when Geoff caught up to him later. Wasn’t laughing when he slunk back into the club the next night, face burning with humiliation as he issued a full blown apology in front of everyone, suffering through Gavin’s haughty dismissal and turning on his heel to leave. He certainly wasn’t laughing when Ryan, Michael and Jeremy sprung into motion at a nod from Geoff, effortlessly cutting through the rolling crowd like wolves as they silently followed the detective out into the night. Safe inside the dancers keep dancing, keep drinking and flirting with the staff, keep gossiping about FAKE’S latest brush with the law as they pour their hard earned cash into the club, utterly oblivious to the free lesson in minding one’s manners that is transpiring in the unlit alley out back.

anonymous asked:

Mr. Wilde, if you could chose to turn into any animal at all, real or fantasy, at will, what would you choose, and why?

    Amused  by  the  question , Wilde  thought  to  humour  the  stranger  by  answering  him  in  the  most  genuine  way  possible. It  was  something  that  had  never  crossed  his  mind  before , and  he  realised  that  perhaps  this  was  important  information  that  someone  ought  to  know. Why , what  should  happen  if  he  left  this  world  without  knowing  what  sort  of  animal  he  wanted  to  be ?

    “ I  should  think  that  a  BIRD  suits  me  well. They  are  such  elegant , marvelous  creatures. It  is  also  true  that  they  fly  where  they  like , and  do  as  they  please. Should  I  be  a  bird  that  is  not  prized  in  hunting , such  as  a  pigeon , I  believe  that  I  would  have  a  good  chance  of  living  long. Rather , as  long  as  a  bird  should  live , which  may  only  be  for  a  handful  of  years , but  at  least  those  years  would  be  MEANINGFUL

Reasons why OTBS is one of the best Voltage games:

  • The MC actually has a spine. She’s not all about being subservient to her man (although they do touch on how this is not necessarily a bad thing if women want to choose this in Minato’s Season 3) and instead is all about her career
  • She tries her guts out, and whilst the guys support her along the way, you never get the vibe that she’d be incompetent without them

  • Sass, sass, sass, SASS! I love the sass of the MC. Omg it makes me SO happy. I laugh more in these routes than any other Voltage route

  • The relationships with the guys (except perhaps Chiaki, but that might be my bias because I strongly dislike characters like him) are probably the most authentic. There’s real friendship and support in there, along with all the usual swoony stuff.

Reasons why Minato is totally the guy I would marry in the real world:

  • He is smart, and whilst he’s arrogant about it, he still has his moments of insecurity that prevent him being insufferable
  • He genuinely respects and admires the MC. This is doubly obvious when you do the “from his perspective” stories.
  • He supports the MC at every single turn. He WANTS to be there for her, even when (like in Season 3) this means stepping back and giving her room to grow without his help
  • He CHALLENGES the MC. He doesn’t let her sit back on her laurels and be satisfied with doing a “good” job. He pushes her to excel and do better, and this means they both grow as people when they’re together. I ADORE this about this character (and, indeed, the OTBS game in general)
  • He’s hilarious. His personality quirks make him authentic and funny. His inability to cook and love for pizza makes him my spirit animal
  • He gets better with each route. I LIKED his main story, but I have LOVED the ones that came after
  • He’s possessive but not in a creepy way. He gets jealous but also admits he’s being jealous and doesn’t defend his actions when he’s out of line.
  • He teases the MC, but it’s clear he loves her through this teasing. I love guys who joke around with their girlfriends. This is made so much better by the fact that the MC gives as good as she gets. I like their banter a lot.
  • His friends clearly really matter to him. His relationship with the other guys (especially Shusei, but also Tsum and the others) is such a nice touch.
  • Although I honestly think that many of his CGs don’t do him justice (I tend to find that a lot of them have odd anatomy mistakes, or make him look very different to how he looks in-route), his in-game sprite is hilarious, and has great expressions. And, of course, is hot.

Basically, Minato and the OTBS game is just incredible and I felt the need to gush a little.

Because our timing was always slightly off, just like lighting and thunder during a storm.

Because even though I would’ve given up the world for you, you wouldn’t even miss soccer practice for me.

Because no matter how many meals you paid, you never paid me any attention.

Because I’d dress up for you and I’d get more compliments from your friends than you.

Because I never felt like a priority in your life and you were always mine.

Because the most naked I ever was around you was without my clothes, you never wanted to know the depths of my soul.

Because you wanted someone to show off and not someone to care for.

Because I loved you more than I should’ve and I’m tired of that.

—  Reasons why I left

BLUE APPRECIATION WEEK | day 3: favorite bluesey moment 

“I wish you could be kissed, Jane,” he said. “Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.” He flailed an arm toward the stars. “And then we’d never say anything about it again.” That could’ve been the end of it. I want something more. She said, “We can pretend. Just once. And then we’ll never say anything about it again.” What a strange, shifting person he was. The Gansey who turned to her now was a world away from the lofty boy she’d first met. Without any hesitation, she stretched her arms around his neck. Who was this Blue? She felt bigger than her body. High as the stars. He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again. Oh, help, she thought. Help, help, help. He pulled away. He said, “And now we never speak of it again.”

I loved every stupid broken piece of you. I swallowed your
badness whole and held my hand out for more. People thought
I was stupid or heroic. I don’t know which is better. Do you
remember sitting on that mountain? I watched the moonlight
stream through the cracks in your heart and I kissed them.
Your sad was so big it took up my whole world. There was
nowhere I could turn without wanting to hold your hand.
There was never any hope for us and you knew that but
I was the only light that never left so you cupped
your hands around my warmth like you would die without it.
I could’ve lived forever on that mountain you know. I could’ve
washed myself after every dirty day with you and come up clean.
I could’ve been the only good thing. We could’ve called it love.
—  Fortesa Latifi - stupid or heroic

no light pollution: an Ari & Dante fanmix

“and it seemed to me that Dante’s face was a map of the world. a world without any darkness. wow, a world without darkness. how beautiful was that?”

01. wild heart - bleachers
everything has changed / and now it’s only you that matters” //
“a part of me thought things would never be normal again.”

02. ribs - lorde
you’re the only friend i need” //
“until Dante, being with other people was the hardest thing in the world for me.”

03. who is in your heart now? - studio killers
have you ever found something / that you didn’t even know you were looking for? / an answer / though you didn’t hear the question” //
“all the answers had always been so close and yet i’d always fought them without even knowing it.”

04. edge - haim
i was always running, always hurt” //
“we all fight our private wars.”

05. iris - sleeping with sirens
well i don’t want the world to see me / ‘cause i don’t think that they’d understand//
“one summer night i feel asleep hoping the world would be different when i woke.”

06. this love  - taylor swift
been losing grip, oh, sinking ships / you showed up just in time” //
“i wanted to tell them that he had changed my life … And that somehow it felt like Dante had saved my life and not the other way around.”

07. giving me away - betty who
you should kiss me like you mean it again / ‘cause i don’t wanna be your friend//
“’try it again,’ i said. ‘kiss me.’
‘kiss me.’
‘no,’ and then he smiled. ‘you kiss me.’”

08. youth - troye sivan
my youth is yours / a truth so loud you can’t ignore” //
“Through all of youth I was searching for you without knowing what I was looking for. - W.S. Merwin”

09. there’s too much love - belle and sebastian
i’m brutal, honest and afraid of you” //
“’you. that’s what i’m afraid of. i’m afraid of you, Dante.’”

10. shine - years & years
i’ve got so many secrets to show” //
“’do you think, Ari, that love has anything to do with the secrets of the universe?’”

11. standing by - pentatonix
i will shout from the mountaintop / our hearts belong here” //
“how could i have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?”


FMA/Harry Potter crossovers are great because Ed could literally be in ANY house and it would still fit his character

Slytherin? dude is sneaky as FUCK and super ambitious; i mean, trying to defy the Truth of the world and looking for a mythical stone that may or may not exist to get your Brother’s body back is pretty damn ambitious to me. he an Al managed to study Human Transmutation and perform it without anyone in the town realizing what they were doing. NOT TO MENTION joining the military and never letting himself become a killer. he’s willing to pay the price, aka getting IMPALED, if it means he’s sticking to that set of morals. that’s also pretty damn ambitious

Hufflepuff? the reason he forced himself to live when he was IMPALED BY A BEAM was because he didn’t want his brother to be sad or to break his promise to Winry (”The next time we make you cry they’ll be tears of joy!!”) and he literally CARRIED Ling on his back when Ling couldn’t move. hell, he gave up his alchemy because he didn’t need it anymore, because he has his friends. He and Al were ready to give up their journey because they didn’t want anyone getting hurt because of what they were doing (Hughes)

Ravenclaw? he’s a fucking PRODIGY he and his brother cracked the code to Human Transmutation when they were like 10-11 years old and he tied his brother’s soul to armor when he was missing his leg. he and Al figured out Marcoh’s notes in like less then two weeks. he figured out how to get out of Gluttony by piecing together the ruins in Glutton’s stomach and in Xerxes. he figured out how to use HIS OWN SOUL as a philosopher’s stone while he was IMPALED WITH A BEAM and DYING. he figured out that to get his brother back, he had to sacrifice his Gate. Edward is smart as FUCK


dumbledore and snape were the only people in the WORLD that knew how to stop voldemort, and if they didn’t, millions of people would die. 

they gave up their WHOLE LIVES and NEVER COMPLAINED, even when dumbledore knew he would have to DIE and snape knew he would have to murder the ONE PERSON who knew everything he’d gone through. 

neither of them EVER made harry comply with the plan, they knew it would be unfair to force him if he didn’t want to and yet they sacrificed themselves KNOWING that it might be a waste. 

dumbledore cared for harry and watched out for him even though he KNEW it would make seeing harry’s death more painful in the end. 

also, how do you expect snape to care about harry in any shape or form without voldemort seeing it right away, killing him and ending the whole plan? snape’s reason for hating harry is a load of absolute crap. so crap, in fact, that do you not think it could have been snape’s way of forcing himself to dislike harry so that voldemort wouldn’t have any suspicions? BECAUSE I DO.

i swear this irritates me so much it’s like just because their efforts weren’t written in black and white people seem to think they weren’t there. THEY WERE. so yeah that’s why i think albus severus is a perfectly reasonable name for harry’s child.

Writing Prompts

1) He turned away, silently begging her to call him back. Say no, we can fix this. Say, we’ll make it. Tell me you want to fight for it. Please

2) After everything she had done she was angry. All that, all the sacrifices. For this. 

3) “Do you honestly think we’re going anywhere like this? We’re not anything and we never have been. We’re stuck and frozen. And the world is moving on without us. Wake up! This is doing nothing but holding us back, we need to learn how to let go.” 

4) She wanted to take everything back. Make it so they didn’t know, hide it all away again. It always worked better like that anyway. 

5) The raindrops hit his skin like knives but he didn’t move, the bus would come any minute. 

6) “Just leave me alone, I can’t deal with you right now, a war is about to start.” 

7) The reflection in the window was enough to make it clear what was happening. They had come for her. 

8) He had watched him die. Held him in his arms, felt his heart stop beating, watched is last breath, seen the life leave his eyes. He was never the same. 

9) “I’m not me today.” 

10) She was emotionless, empty, devoid of thought and feeling. They were gone. They were really gone. 

They say time heals wounds and it’s true. The things that had the ability to hurt me a year ago would barely have any effect on me now. Just six months ago you told me you didn’t love me and I fell apart, now six months later I forget that I was ever close to you. I don’t think about you anymore.

I look back a year ago I lost someone else I loved, someone who I would’ve given everything to make sure they were happy. I fell to the floor sobbing, I screamed and asked the world why it was so cruel, but I was left without answers. Soon weeks went by and I went on with my life, and I shamefully forgot all the pain and shock I felt in that moment as if it never happened. 

Time forces you to move on. You can spend all the time you want trying to stop something from changing, but eventually, you have to let go and get on with your life. Time changes everything; including you.

—  Time // 4-26-16
She’s the mystery girl. You never know who she’s going to be - today, tomorrow, or in any given moment. But she certainly won’t be the person you knew yesterday.
When she smiles and shows her teeth, she looks like the happiest girl in the world, glowing, beautiful and radiant, without a single care.
But her depression becomes deep and frightening. Her sadness is terrible and very difficult to experience. My love for her in those intense moments is indescribable.
In those sad times, I just hold her and let her cry, until she’s gotten it out of her system, which can take a very long time.
She’s dark, there’s no doubt about it, but she can hide it well and “seem” like a normal person, although that’s definitely not a word I would use to describe her. I say it respectfully and sincerely - she’s definitely not normal.
You have to be gentle with her. You don’t want to hurt her, which is easy to do. But you have to protect yourself, too - lest you be hurt BY her…because she knows exactly what to do and how to do it, even though she wouldn’t do it intentionally. But if it’s warranted, you’ll pay dearly. I’m drawn to her, as if by a magnetic pull. I’m stuck to her, and with her…and glad to be.
—  Bruce Adler

Hi, Cassie! So, first of all, even when I know that a thousand people tell you the same thing every day… I want to thank you for writing you’re marvelous books. Because they were the ones that introduced me to the amazing world that is reading, and if they hadn’t existed, then I’d never have discovered it. So, the other day I was thinking about how Clary and Jace’s lives are going to be right after CoHF. Now that they don’t have to fight any war, now that they can REALLY live together without the fear of being killed- what’s their life going to be? Since it’s seems that they don’t share many hobbies, I’d like to think that, for example, Jace would try to read comics or listen to modern music as Clary does; or Clary would try to play the piano, or become a better warrior. I guess my question is: are they going to try to get more into the other’s world? I think that’d be so cute from them. Thanks for writing this world. You’ve saved many lifes, Cassie <3 (sorry if I’ve made any grammar mistake; I’m not English) — heavenlytris

Thank you! Those are sweet thoughts. 

I actually think Clary and Jace do share hobbies, in the larger sense. (not that I’ve ever really understood the emphasis on shared hobbies, like if one of you plays ping-pong, does the other one have to play ping-pong? Is your love doomed otherwise?) Clary paints. Jace plays music. They are both artists with an interest in art. Clary doesn’t have to play the piano, too, and Jace doesn’t have to also paint. As their relationship progresses and they get older, their worlds will overlap more, but both are strong individuals — a shared overlap of interests doesn’t mean doing exactly the same thing. They’re definitely supportive of each other pursuing creative endeavors — Jace even talks to Clary about how he hopes she can paint and draw more in CoHF, once their adventures are over. I can picture Jace playing the piano while Clary works on drawings and paintings in the same room.

They also both have the same job. They are both Shadowhunters. Clary has been already been working on becoming a better warrior, of course; that’s what Shadowhunter training is: they’ve already shared training sessions (CoFA) and visits to weapons shops (CoHF). I’m sure Clary can convince Jace to watch favorite movies with her, but remember that Clary is leaving the mundane world behind to some extent. That’s part of becoming a Shadowhunter, for better or worse.

Clary and Jace have been through the most important events of their lives together, have been tested together, have nearly died and survived together — their trials have shown that they share ethics and values and a sense of humor, which in the end is a lot more important than sharing a love of ping-pong. 

You will get to check in with Jace and Clary in Lady Midnight! (And if you get the first edition, in the short story that follows!)


“I just wanted you to be a kid…Just for a little while longer.”

Dean Winchester sacrificed his own happiness to dedicate his life saving others and he’s good at it, he’s saved hundreds of thousands and helped save the World and never expects thanks, which is good because he never gets to feel good about any of it.

Dean Winchester has got the “lesson” writers so move on to telling a different story, how about one where he develops a sense of self worth because he’s reminded of the lives he’s saved, his sacrifices, the good he’s done, that the World would be a lot worse off without him, that it might not even exist anymore if he hadn’t made the sacrifices he’s made and that Sam would be dead to.

Also enough with the mean Dean attitude some fans have regarding Sam not having the normal life he wants. That’s NOT on Dean. Sam is the ‘chosen’ one. The Winchester were born to have their lives screwed over by forces and influences bigger than either of them and Sam HAS walked away many times without Dean dragging him back and Sam chose to come back anyway so I’m done with the show and Sam fans demoizing Dean WInchester so they can do the hurt/comfort thing with Sam.

… Okay.

1) Cahir, if you wanted to guarantee that Jo would kill you, that was the perfect thing to say.

2) What the hell, Cahir? I mean – I know you’re evil and working for the Orlesians, but still. There ought to be some lines a Chasind knows better than to cross.

3) The bigger point, though, is that this situation doesn’t even need explanation. Who are these mages? We don’t know. How did they get here? We don’t know that either. What we do know, is that the state of affairs in southern Thedas has made things like this almost inevitable.

It is the most normal thing in the world for mages to disappear.

Mages disappear when their magic manifests. Some parents may never know what became of their children. If they have not seen any sign of magic themselves, they might not even be able to guess. Templars outright kidnap. They will take children away without speaking to their parents first, and there seems to be no requirement that they speak to the parents after, either.

Anders is called ‘Anders’ because when he arrived at the Circle he was mute. No one knew his real name. Which means, on top of everything else, that no formal record was made of who this boy was and which family he was taken from. Some family with Ander heritage. That’s … all we’ve got. And that’s a case where the family cooperated with the Templars: no sudden abduction in a back alley that prevented finding these things out. They just didn’t care.

Mages disappear when they are Harrowed, too. Some return as ‘full’ mages, others as Tranquil – but still others are simply gone. That they are murdered in the ritual is not known by the apprentices, and while other Harrowed mages do know that this is a possibility, they never talk about it.

Wiping out Cole’s entire existence was as simple as destroying a few papers and throwing a body on a pyre.

As far as the Chantry is concerned, the only record of a mage that really matters is their phylactery. With that, they can track any mage who runs. When you ask Vivienne where she’s from in Inquisition, she says she is from the Circle, and that’s all that matters. She means it as a statement of allegiance, but it is also true. A mage is not, practically speaking, a citizen of the country from whence they hailed or a member of the family into which they were born. They belong to the Circle. Not even any particular Circle, as mages can be transferred without consent, as Karl was. Just one more phylactery on a shelf.

If these mages were taken from a Circle, de Montfort probably paid some bribes to get rid of the evidence. If they were simply snatched off the street as children, he may not have even needed to do that. Parents who know their children have magic will assume the Chantry took them, and not expect to be informed.

Of course an Orlesian nobleman would have a private army of brainwashed mages. The Chantry makes it so damn easy to hurt them.


2 years living the cruelty-free lifestyle 💚🐾 

My health has dramatically improved from being severely anaemic while eating the ‘mainstream’ diet and my overall wellbeing has never been better 😊

 I am not exaggerating when I say that being vegan opens your mind to all the bullshit society forces onto you and opens your heart to all the suffering in the world. I would not want to live my life any other way than fighting for all living creatures, especially the ones without voices, the ones humans have been abusing for so long. 

I am not here to tell every single person to go vegan, I am here to help every single person understand that this is the way of the future, the only sustainable, compassionate way of being. 

We are all connected. Don’t continue breaking that connection xxx  

That Photo Of Me Online...

So, I’m putting it all on the table today. There is a photo of me online.

I didn’t put it there. I don’t generally post or even share photos of myself on the internet, but recently I allowed a friend to take a picture of me and shortly after, that picture ended up in the center of a rather unpleasant meme.

You probably already guessed which meme that is, so let me admit, yes that is me, Ari Bach, author of the Valhalla Trilogy and this blog, and that really is me without any Photoshop. BUT- I never condoned the meme now based on that photo and I absolutely never said or did what it quotes me as having said and done.

I believe that crocodiles are one of the coolest animals in the world and I would never, ever harm one as the meme suggests. Wild animals, in my experience, just want to be left alone and that’s what I do, I leave them alone. So the claims of the meme are completely false, even if the photo is real. Secondly, I want to clarify that the sword was fake, a plastic prop sword from a movie I worked on some years ago. And thirdly, I am fully aware that crocodiles don’t eat bike tires and I would never try to feed one to a crocodile. I never even touched the bike tire, it was just there in the background and was never used as the meme suggests, it was never coated in Vaseline, and it was never “given to an orphanage” after the picture was taken.

Also problematic is the obvious controversy surrounding the inappropriate viewpoints the meme suggests I hold. I want to make it very clear that although I was wearing “corpse paint” like the metal band mentioned, I do not share their views on Donald Trump and I will be voting for Bernie Sanders myself.

Finally, please let me say that I feel very wronged by the posting of and misuse of this photograph. That was meant to be a private and solemn moment between me, the crocodile, the photographer, the clown, the man in the zebra stockings and of course, Robert Downey Jr. It was wrong to post, it was wrong to meme counter to my real beliefs, and I will be pursuing legal action against the Yakuza for posting it as they did.

Thank you for your attention and understanding.



you realize how much you’ve came along once you are capable of looking at the same things that tore you apart only to find that it no longer has the same negative affect on you. I’ve been through what felt like hell and back, what felt like rock bottom, what felt like the end of my world. It was only my world because I was selfish, goes without saying. I wanted everything a certain way, a certain way to pursue my future but it’s impossible to live that “certain” life. growing up, an ideal relationship for myself would be meeting my one and only, being with him for the rest of my life. I wanted to save my body for that one single person so they would never have a thing to worry or be jealous about. but, society goes against that. no guy, especially the ones I was around have that to offer me. society has corrupted in many ways it becomes unmentionable, to even consider this “ideal relationship” any longer. so I took my risks. and I’ve been disappointed twice. greatly. maybe I’m not considered selfish for focusing on my little world, because it was all I ever knew. I never knew any better. but now I do. I focused far too too much energy on a weak area of my life that needed to embrace, and grow. my happiness was corrupted into a mentality that was not healthy and put into the wrong areas of my life. my happiness temporary.. replaceable.. and (just like described), it was taken from me. easily. so easily that was what seemed to hurt the most. this unimaginable experience. since it was so unpredictable I did not know what step was next, or what to even try. and that uncertainty lead to absent habits to what seems mind-less, aka my lack of daily motivation. I’ve finally overcame this rough patch in my life and have been able to appreciate life as it comes and goes. our lifetime is precious and it only comes in short supply. what happened yesterday can never be changed, what will happen tomorrow can never be entirely predicted, the only thing that is promised to you is the moment you are in as you read this. every day is another chance to perfect what you have been trying your hardest, or chance to talk to those whom you love, or adventure to new things. every day is the purpose you serve to the universe. never let anyone, anything come in between you thinking you are less than that. the lessons, the harsh endings, the inspirational moments we all experience make who we are today. even the things that make you question “why me” is always specifically chosen for you to learn. and that is why I believe the two disappointments I mentioned earlier represent the universe’s message to me. that ideal relationship isn’t meant for me or what I needed. I needed time to myself. time to grow WITHOUT a partner. I need to discover an independent trait that will make me unbreakable. ready for anything that is thrown at me in life. so yes, I thank god for everything I’ve experienced as it was meant to happen because I now have a strength I once never had. and I’ve never been happier.