i'm still laughing at it tbh

I didn’t want to directly post the photos on here in case someone felt uncomfortable with it (and because of x-kit, readmores don’t really work either), but here’s a link to two photos of my tattoo.

DISCLAIMER: It’s on my upper thigh. Considering the fact that I was asked where it was, whether arm or leg, I would think that the photos themselves aren’t inappropriate, but yo, if you’re a dude, click on your own discretion.

First photo was taken by my tattoo artist right after. Second photo was from tonight, and the pic shows down to my knees, so you can see how big it actually is.

Once upon a time, a boy made a wish on a star for his ailing mother to get better.

Prepostorous, the other villagers said. If no medicine and no doctor could cure her, what made the boy think that wishing would solve anything? Still, they cared not to discourage him. After all, he was a child. He wouldn’t understand. The next day, however, a miracle happened. She got better. She was suddenly cured as if she had never been sick at all. The village doctor was baffled. He had never given her any medicine and even he had expected that she would pass. Yet, there she was. Fit as a fiddle.

The doctor asked the child then what it was that he had done to make her so healthy so suddenly. “A wish,” he replied. “On a shooting star.”

There was a time once when miracles were commonplace. Sudden recoveries from life-threatening situations. Rain for drought-plagued crops. Children borne from once infertile women. Any problem that was under the sun could be solved by a simple wish on a star. Wish after wish would be granted and star after star would disappear from the sky. But as with all things, magic does not last forever.

The miracles stopped.

With the introduction of science and reason, belief faded as the magic did. There was no such thing as magic. There was no such thing as miracles. They were coincidences and nothing more. People stopped believing.

Now-a-days, wishing on stars is but a child’s game. No reasonable adult would readily admit to it. ( Magic is reserved solely for fairy tales and movies and nothing more. ) But there are still those who believe in magic and wishing on shooting stars. It is for those that they continue to exist.

They are the wishmakers.

coach-takeda asked:

How would it go if Oikawa and Iwaizumi switched bodies for a day

OH MY GOD

I DIDN’T EVEN REBLOG THE THING

OK I REBLOGGED THE THING

Body Swap: Send me two characters and I’ll tell you the most embarrassing thing they’d do in each other’s body.

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi doesn’t realize at first that he’s in Oikawa’s body so when he sees Oikawa’s face in the mirror he punches the mirror in surprise i’m sorry i’m not sorry really

He’d run to Oikawa and beat him up prevent himself from harming his own body because even if Oikawa is there, he’s not gonna do it to his own body ok his body did nothing–anyway he’d demand what Oikawa did to get them in this mess. He probably won’t leave the house for the day because he absolutely refuses to deal with the fact that he’s supposed to be Oikawa now. I imagine he wouldn’t tell their parents unless it proves to become a problem, so he’d just pretend that he’s sick or something.

Oikawa

Oooohhh man, after everything with Iwaizumi in the morning, he’d go to school and proceed to embarrass the crap out of Iwaizumi in front of anyone. He’d call himself a loser and make funny faces and try to be as uncool as possible and loudly proclaim Oikawa as the best, most perfect, most handsome, absolutely the coolest person he’d ever know. He be the littlest shit to ever shit. 

Classmates and teammates would repeatedly ask him if there was anything wrong. Oikawa would always reply that this is the true him.

When they inevitably get back to their respective bodies, Iwaizumi beats him to tomorrow. Oikawa believes it’s worth it.

I watched the Owari no Seraph opening with my friend once, after she had watched the first episode. And during it she whispered “no, don’t fight” in this really anguish voice and I was like yea don’t worry about that tbh

And then we got to the forehead thing and she just got real quiet with this stone face and I swear I’ve never laughed harder internally.

So today at work I was ringing up this customer and her 4 or 5 year old son
  • His mom:what candy do you want?
  • Kid:mnm's!
  • Me:do you want peanut or regular mnm's?
  • Kid:regular
  • Mom:get the peanut they're better
  • Kid:(looks at his mom like she's stupid) No regular I'm allergic to peanuts!
  • Mom:no you're not you had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch today
  • Kid:oh yeah

bloedgeld replied to your post: Is it weird that sometimes I just go w…

I think it’s a very normal thing that almost everyone experiences, really. People leave your life and don’t turn out to be as important as you thought. If anything, it’s relieving not to care.

I agree entirely - that’s the good part of it. I think what puts me off the most is that people find me interesting due to SOMETHING I’ve done/possess, and not just as a whole person; especially if it keeps up like this for months, without any place for development. It feels really forced and empty.

But on the other hand, it makes me super grateful to be around people I deem as genuine friends, and especially if that opinion is returned. In any manner really.

  • MARIE:'he made me hot chocolate once i guess'
  • MARIE:--draco malfoy at the funeral
  • QUEEN OF THE GAYS;:cue hermione throwing a shoe @ him probs
  • MARIE:cue harry crying loudly & ron yelling
  • QUEEN OF THE GAYS;:I LOVE HOW HERMIONE IS THE VIOLENT ONE LM F AO
  • QUEEN OF THE GAYS;:LBR SHE WOULD PROBS BE THE ONE TO GET AGGRESSIVE WHILE ALL THE BOYS ARE JUST THERE LIKE : |||||| HERMIONE CHILL
  • QUEEN OF THE GAYS;:AND U HAVE THE 5'2 SKINNY CRAZY CHIPMUNK GOING YEA YE AH FITE ME BITCHES I'LL SET U ON FIRE (ง︡’-‘︠)
  • MARIE:so basically in this new A team --- the violent mouse, the 'i got a pocket full of sunshine but fuck you draco' ginger, the chronic hero of angst, and the one who complains every five seconds