if you really miss me

i catch myself missing you on some days. not so of being with you it just being around you. i miss what we were before we started dating. i miss the getting to know each other and staying up till morning just having conversations. staying up just to make sure each other were okay. you always seemed to know what to say to make me feel okay. i’m going through so much shit and i just miss having you around to take me away. just really miss having my best friend. you’ll always have a piece of my heart regs.
—  9/23/17 9:36am

(Technically it’s the 15th since it’s 1:38am)

So there’s one bit near the end of the Genocide Run that hit me pretty hard, personally. And as with most things that hit me very hard emotionally, it was a random almost throwaway line that wasn’t written to be focused on that much. But whether it intentionally held the meaning I took from it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that I DID take meaning from it.

When Flowey is monologuing near the very very end of the game and explaining what he went through, he talks about how he lacks the ability to feel anything for the people around him, and how desperately, frantically, he wishes he did. He talks about how, at first, he tried to help people. He talks about how at first it seemed to help, but every time it was time to let go, to move on, he got scared and couldn’t do it. He’d panic and reset instead. And how then he’d be right back where he started. And he would try helping everyone again.

But it became hollow. Everyone always said the exact same things, and did the exact same things. And nothing changed. And nothing new ever happened.

And eventually, just out of sheer desperation for SOMETHING new, he decided to kill everyone. And how that was at first a relief, but even that grew stale and empty as he did it over and over again. Until he was left with nothing, and there was nothing to care about, either for better or worse, but he couldn’t let go either. So he was trapped in this world where nothing ever changed, and he couldn’t make himself leave.

It’s a sad story, but it’s also a bit of a gut punch because of its implications.

Maybe in time, the person playing the game, the actual human being behind the keyboard, not the pixel character they control, would find themselves in the exact same situation. Eventually, things in a game stop changing. Characters always say the same things, do the same things. And maybe in time, as boredom takes over, the player would also try a genocide game just for SOMETHING new. But eventually even that will become empty and lead to nowhere after you do it enough.

I can’t really say if that’s true or not. I can’t say it’s false either.

But It’s 2 years now. And a lot of us are still here. And more importantly a lot of us still care. Quite deeply in fact.

And maybe we won’t care forever, maybe the same thing will happen, or more likely, we’d be the ones able to let go and move on to other things and let go. Maybe there’s no escaping that.

But it’s been 2 years, and at least for now, we’re still here.

There is also the possibility I’ve considered, that since the insane success of the game was never expected or anticipated at all, that the level of love it caused in gamers was a complete and utter surprise, maybe their ability to never fall into that cycle of apathy and just how long they can keep going, caring as hard as ever, will also be a complete surprise that was never foreseen.

Or even more simply, maybe Flowey just needed to be shown, as with so many things, he was wrong about that too.

Who knows. Honestly I can’t say how things will look in time. It could either way.

But at least by year 2 we were still here.

It hurts so much not to have you by my side, not to be around you, not to be with you. You’re the pain that I won’t give up.

Jesse with the noodles

(inspired by Here There be Dragons for all your angst and noodle snuggle needs)



@mainhoonemily and @pbj-anonymous tagged me for the Favorite Pictures of Your Bias thing because apparently they want to see me suffer. Who can pick just a few favorite pictures of T.O.P?? Not me. That’s clearly impossible.

Tagging… whoever feels like suffering?



3. clarke griffin & commander lexa (the 100)

“Maybe life should be about more than just surviving. Don’t we deserve better than that?“
“Maybe we do.”

There’s a difference between missing someone and missing having someone.
—  you don’t miss me, you’re just lonely // a.s.m

Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning and I just–suffocate.

Lance starts being afraid of what he loves

(tryna color but obviously failing)

bonus slav:

they bond over mutual fear (shiro is not amused and hunk is low key worried about lance)

cartoonphysics  asked:

in response to the "why you know so much about everything" post, i would like to inquire about the aforementioned banana famine

Ah, yes, the great Banana Famine. Dark, dark days indeed. Gather round my children, I am going to tell you a story of great tragedy.

Eons back, in a strange far away land, in a world now long gone (circa 1950), the Gros Michel reigned supreme. It was the one Banana to rule All bananas. Gros Michel (literally Fat Michael in French, also known as “Big Mike”) was the main banana cultivar grown in Central America and sold around the globe. A noble specimen, it’s thick peel and dense bunches made it resilient, easy to ship, and yes also fat. Look. Look at it. This banana is thiiiiiiiicc

hard to find good photos. it would have also resembled the goldfinger banana. looooook et it, it so thicc

so thicc. 


And all was well and good and peaceful.

Everything changed when the Panama disease attacked.

Ah, the Panama disease. The great banana plague. The Banana Blight, if you will. Songs were written in elegy to the terrible destruction it wrought. Like, actually. Here’s the “Yes we have no bananas” song:

It was Chaos.

Vast tracts of plantation banana trees, noble warriors, slaughtered, cut down in their prime. Ah! the grief. Ah! the loss.

But, amid the havoc of what wikipedia and I refer to as the Gros Michel Devastation Era, an unlikely hero arose. You know it as simply a humble banana. But our hero has a name:

cavendish, it’s named cavendish. 

The Cavendish banana, a cultivar that had been mass produced since the turn of the century, but only just then got it’s Time to Shine. For whatever reason, Cavendish bananas grew just fine in the same Panama disease-ridden soil that destroyed Gros Michel trees. So yeah, we planted them, fought the blight, won the war, got bananas back. 

But every war has casualties. 

Never again were bananas so tasty. Never again, were bananas so thicc.

I warned you this was the story of a tragedy. A moment of silence for our fallen comrade, please. Raise your wands to our late, great hero, Gros Michel.

(You can still get em in some places tho. Or like hybrids? idk. ) 

And kiddies, that’s the story of the banana famine as i know it.

Other deets:



bananas were cultivated over time to be seedless. 

Bananas were deboned. dwell on that.

unnfff yeah

feels so wrong but so good


misc stuff 

  • cavendish bananas may or may not be dying. We may or may not see the dark days of plague descend again. idk, look it up.
  • There’s a story (not proven) that the reason artificial banana flavor tastes weird is b/c it was based on the flavor of the Gros Michel. If so, it might be cause Fat Mike had a stronger taste (due to higher levels of isoamyl acetate). idk.
  • the “Yes we have no bananas” song was written in 1922 during an earlier outbreak. src.  like any good plague, panama disease has a history of hovering over it’s fearful victims, sometimes for years, before striking the final blow.
  • sources are in the links above, also see the links on these wiki pages
  • i swear if i get hate mail on a banana post i don’t even know what i’ll do, probably stab a wall with a fork and eat it.

I want to share one more thing with you.

I saw this with my own two eyeballs. now you have too. we never speak of this again. we take this to our graves

shhit I’m tired. 

you guys owe me a reblog on this one. Honor system, don’t mooch.

-BGP signing off

Sometimes I’ll be sitting in my room, perfectly fine, and then I just get slammed by this wave of loneliness and I hate it

puddifoot  asked:

hey amalia !! can you do a 🌴 for dramione pls? 🙈

Of course! <3

  • the first time Hermione ever felt something other than hate for Draco Malfoy was during the fiendfyre in the room of requirement
  • Malfoy was crushed. He had just lost a friend and was holding onto Harry of all people like his life depended on it
  • which it did
  • the last thing she felt for Draco Malfoy before the war was over, was pity.
  • and suddenly it was September 1st again, and everything was back to normal
  • there was a sneering boy with a pointy face looking at her at the platform
  • rationally, she knew this boy was Malfoy, but when he came up to her and apologized for all the terrible things he did, she had to wonder if someone else had taken his place
  • that apology was all she heard from him for the first trimester
  • he kept to himself and his close group of friends, and he even apologized to Harry and Ron
  • it was the middle of January when he and Harry got into a fight
  • “I knew it was a matter of time before you showed your true self again. Old habits die hard, right Malfoy?”
  • “Actually, Hermione.” Harry scratched his head. “I started it. You shouldn’t knock any points off Slytherin.”
  • the way Malfoy smirked at her that day stayed with her for a long time
  • the third feeling Draco Malfoy got out of her was intrigue
  • shortly after the fight, Malfoy and Harry actually became sort of friends?
  • boys
  • so she aproached him one day in the library to apologize for thinking he had started the fight
  • “If you hate me so much Granger, you should just stay away.”
  • “I don’t hate you.”
  • “You should still stay away.”
  • from that day forward, she simply wouldn’t stay away
  • she needed to know what made him say that, but no matter how hard she tried, Malfoy wouldn’t tell her
  • even though she would try to corner him after class, or find him in their shared common room, or even send him owls trying ot get him to talk to her
  • he was friends with Harry, she even saw him talk to Ron once, so why in the world would he want her out of the picture?
  • Hermione took matters into her own hands and borrowed Harry’s map
  • she followed Draco around all day until he was alone, apparently studying by himself in Snape’s old classroom
  • they found a nicer location to teach potions after the Professor died
  • they argued for a good hour and she was begining to think she’d never break him
  • but the discussion got so heated that Hermione couldn’t help but step closer and closer, until her eyes were level with his lips
  • and Draco snapped
  • he grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back against a wall, his body flushed against hers
  • “You want to know why?” he grunted, foreheads joined together
  • “Yes!”
  • “Because of this!” he motioned to their current situation. “If we become bloody chummy pals I’ll have to avoid doing this every single time you’re near me!”
  • Hermione was so stunned that she couldn’t produce a sound
  • all she heard was Draco’s ragged breathing
  • he let her go and stepped back
  • “So go. Leave now.”
  • “No.” Hermione stood her ground because she could feel something coming
  • a fourth and very unfamiliar feeling for Draco Malfoy was on its way
  • without another word, Malfoy took her back and crashed their lips together
  • desire
  • since that day, Hermione has felt many different things for him
  • anger, surprise, frustration, tenderness, disappointment, inspiration, happiness
  • and lots of confusion and doubts
  • but the day she finally felt love, she knew she could never, ever stay away.

Let’s celebrate Summer together!

Youngjae’s Valentine

( Happy Valentines Day! This is actually my first sorta comic and it was trouble.. but I am glad to have finished it and give my fav otter a happy vibe. It’s a bit late but I hope everyone likes it ; u ; - N )