is my life still a thing?

Last night is the hardest I’ve laughed in a long time.  I was crying.  I couldn’t breathe.  It was great.

And it was all thanks to a series of dice flubs me and my friend rolled trying to get our level 8 characters over a 10 foot tall wooden fence.  We failed probably a dozen times.  Even though we were helping each other.  My buddy even spent a panache point, and we still only managed a 2 on our combined skill check.  I’m almost certain the DC was only a 10 or something.  We never did get over the damn thing.  I almost called our wizard over to cast Fly on us.

We’re talking pretty competent heroic characters, too.  We’ve defeated a dragon.  We had just killed some hellknights like an hour earlier.  And yet we were thoroughly and repeatedly defeated by a privacy fence.  I’m pretty sure I could have done it in real life if I had to.

I love this game.

Daddy: You’re the third cutest thing in the world

Me: What? What’s above me?

Daddy: The second doesnt exsist yet, but they will in the future

Me:

*After quite a while*

Me:

Daddy: You still haven’t figure it out?

Me: …No

Daddy: It’s our child

Me: Ooooohhh, who’s number one?

Daddy: Amoebas, they are like real life slimes

anonymous asked:

Ugh can I please get a fluff where the MC finds a starving cat and brings them home to the shop but tries to hide it from Asra but he turns out loving it? Please and thank you. OwO

You still haven’t given him a name, but you’ve been nursing him for a few weeks. He can walk, now, and his ribs are less pronounced, but he hasn’t left the shop—poor thing meows pitifully whenever you go out on errands. 

Asra is set to come home any day, and you have no idea how he’ll react to the idea of a stray cat taking up residence in the shop. 

“He might not like you,” you murmur to the cat, feeding him strips of broth-soaked whitefish. His tongue rasps against your fingers. “I’m not sure what he’ll think, actually.”

The cat blinks at you, his tail flopping once, and you feed him more whitefish strips soaked in beef broth. He keeps licking your hand long after the whitefish is gone, seeking out more. When you pet him behind the ears, he allows it for a moment before batting at your wrist with his paw.

“We’ll see,” you murmur. “I guess I should give you a name, huh?”

*

You have to go out grocery shopping a few days later, and your new friend follows you to the door, meowing at your heels. “I know,” you say, reaching down to stroke him down his back. His back arches, tail flicking. “I know, I’ll be back soon. I gotta get you some more whitefish, okay?”

The cat butts his head against your palm, then darts away, running up the stairs. You hope he doesn’t knock over anything while you’re gone. Standing up, you smile toward the stairs, then shake your head and head out for groceries. Something tells you that you should get pumpkin bread, just in case.

When you return, groceries in arm, Asra’s hat and cloak hang by the door, both smelling faintly of cinnamon and other earthy spices. You grin, despite yourself, and shift your groceries to one arm, heading up the stairs, careful not to step on any creaking ones. You want to surprise him.

Asra is sitting at the dining table, his back to you, and the cat is sitting on the tabletop before him, crouching as Asra offers him his fingers to play with. Whenever the cat bats a paw, Asra draws his hand away and laughs, teasing the cat by placing his hand somewhere else on the table. You stand as still as you can, watching, unable to keep yourself from smiling.

He’s not mad. He’s—he’s happy.

“You’re a cute little guy, huh?” Asra asks, lifting his fingers just out of reach of the cat’s paws. “You just moved in one day while I was gone? They couldn’t say no to you, could they? Hmm, I don’t blame them. What’s your name, buddy? Did they give you one yet?”

“Haven’t given him one yet,” you say, and Asra turns at the sound of your voice. When he sees you, he beams, cheeks dimpling. You smile back and turn to put the groceries on the counter, trying to ignore how your heart races at the sight of his smile.

“I missed you,” Asra says, standing up. The cat leaps from the table, darts across the room, and jumps up onto the counter. “Did we get a new roommate when I wasn’t looking?”

“This one pays the rent,” you say, and he laughs, leaning against the counter beside you. Before he can reply, you smile at him, pulling out a loaf of pumpkin bread from your basket and offering it to him. The cat interrupts you both, rubbing his head against your wrists, and Asra laughs again, indulging him with a pet. When he looks at you, his grin has widened. You say, softly, “Welcome back, Master.”

Asra’s eyes soften. “It’s good to be home,” he says.

I was tagged by @vorchagirl to create an aesthetic board for myself using only the pictures on my phone. Thanks for the tag, hon! I had a lot of fun with this and I’m actually really happy with the way it turned out!

  • Top Left: Suvi bag that I made for @shotce for last year’s Holiday Harbinger. I enjoy sewing crafty things and had a lot of fun making this. (I was also super pleased with the way it came out.)
  • Top Center: I love driving and do a lot of traveling for work. The sign says Welcome to Ohio and, while I have no interest in Ohio specifically, this is what road-tripping looks like to me.
  • Top Right: These are part of the laser that I use at work. For the first time in my life I love my job. (I really wish I still had the picture of the “Calibration” screen. Yes, I calibrate a laser daily.)
  • Center Left: Sushi is my favorite thing ever and these are my three favorite pieces, amaebi (raw shrimp tail and the head fried), uni (sea urchin, my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE), and ikura (salmon roe).
  • Center Right: Curtain for Something Rotten! I love all musicals but this one is my very favorite. I took this picture when I saw it the first time with @rock-paperback-scissors
  • Bottom Left: This is gift that I received in the Holiday Harbinger exchange, from @sweet-ree. (THANK YOU!!!) As you can see it’s all about mShenga. It’s hanging up by my computer to help motivate me to write. (And it has. Oh, it has!)
  • Bottom Center: Screenshot of a tumblr link to a fic I posted on AO3. I took it because I want to have a consistent layout for my links and it took me a long time to get one that I liked. The story can be found here if you want to read it. (Rated M for canon-typical violence, Nihlus/Saren, Nihlus & femShep)
  • Bottom Right: My kitten, Iris. (Named after the goddess of the rainbow, not the flower.) She is the cuddliest, purr-y-est thing and I absolutely adore her. 

I will tag (only if they want to play): @dustierhoades, @maxrev, @missannaraven, @orangeflavoryawp, @rock-paperback-scissors, @ronqueesha@shotce, and @sweet-ree

Why I love Nishikage

I was bored and decided  to finally say why I love Nishikage Seiya so much. I won’t say it all because it’s also connected to my personal life, but… it’s here:

- Nishikage wasn’t my favourite character from the first time I saw him, I actually didn’t even care much about him, however, now, he is basically my whole life.

     I started loving Nishikage for real after Outei’s match, after I realized this few things: He never left Nosaka’s side (who was my favourite that time), and because he looked like a bodyguard or some character with not much importance, but that is there, next to the protagonist everyone loves… I started feeling something for him. At first, even since the trailer, I started shipping Nishikage and Nosaka (who was still my favourite) but… the way Nishikage admires Nosaka, it’s incredible, it’s like he is in love (but when I mean “in love”, I don’t mean just the famous meaning “love” like he wants to date and have sex, no I mean love, all meanings of love that exist: family love, friendship love, admiration love, idolatry love, relationship love…)… I don’t care about you say, but, for me, he is in love 💗

   Nishi is so ignored, and most people only love him for reasons like: He is a great goalkeeper, his body or either because they ship him with Nosaka so they have to love him for Nosaka… Of course it’s awesome that he is a great goalkeeper! And that he has an amazing design… but behind it.. behind that strong appearence, strong personality and closed fists… is a sweet boy, a sweet boy who admires and loves someone that, he doesn’t know if he loves him, likes him or just treats him like an object for his own objective… HOWEVER, Nishikage doesn’t care about it, Nishi admires and loves Nosaka, and it doesn’t matter what Nosaka thinks of him because… Nosaka will always be Nishikage’s hero!! 

   I’m nothing like Nishikage, he is strong, brave, intelligent… and I’m not, but I feel a connection to him. Nishi might not be the prettiest character, the strongest, the one with a lot of screentime… But I love him! Even though he will be forgotten, he will be easily replaced on the anime… I will protect him with all my heart! 😌💗😭

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Hope you all could understand even if I’m that weird and confusing. Yes I know he isn’t real, he is an anime character, but does it matter? Those emotions exist, love exists and even though he is just a drawing… everything I mentioned about him are emotions, feelings and descriptions of a real person, a human…
I wrote this with my heart… 💘

paladin742  asked:

Specific asks: 11, 40?

11: What’s the closest thing to real magic to you?

Not to be literally anne of green gables crossed with pollyanna- but people’s smiles. It transforms their faces and the way I feel about them and life in general at the same time. 

40: What is love to you?

Okay I already used my hILARIOUS answer for @theamiableanachronism so I will just quote C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity, chapter 6.

Being in love is a good thing, but it is not the best thing. There are many things below it, but there are also things above it. You cannot make it the basis of a whole life. It is a noble feeling, but it is still a feeling. Now no feeling can be relied on to last in its full intensity, or even to last at all. Knowledge can last, principles can last, habits can last but feelings come and go. And in fact, whatever people say, the state called ‘being in love’ usually does not last. If the old fairy-tale ending ‘They lived happily ever after’ is taken to mean ‘They felt for the next fifty years exactly as they felt the day before they were married,’ then it says what probably never was nor ever would be true, and would be highly undesirable if it were. Who could bear to live in that excitement for even five years? What would become of your work, your appetite, your sleep, your friendships? But, of course, ceasing to be ‘in love’ need not mean ceasing to love. Love in this second sense — love as distinct from ‘being in love’ — is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit; reinforced by (in Christian marriages) the grace which both partners ask, and receive, from God. They can have this love for each other even at those moments when they do not like each other; as you love yourself even when you do not like yourself. They can retain this love even when each would easily, if they allowed themselves, be ‘in love’ with someone else. ‘Being in love’ first moved them to promise fidelity: this quieter love enables them to keep the promise. it is on this love that the engine of marriage is run: being in love was the explosion that started it.

I was going to just put the bolded part of it but I love the whole quote so much.

Thanks for playing!

So you know that lesbian vampire thing? Yeah, lemme explain.

ITS TURNING INTO A FULL BLOWN THING FOR FUCK SAKE I PREDICTED THAT AND I STILL DIDNT BELIEVE MYSELF

it’s currently six pages long, too long to post on here, so y'all are gonna have to lemme know if you want quotes, excerpts and moodboards then please yell at me.

These God damn lesbo vampires fuck me man why does this always happen

Originally posted by likamartini

anonymous asked:

Today I felt more boyish so I dressed in my binder and “guy jeans” and a sweater and I felt so dapper and I went out to a suit store, but everything was too big to fit me. There was a sudden pain in my chest after about four hours, too, so I took my binder off. Now I just bought some Old Spice deodorant and tried it on. It burns a little but smells good. All in all, I feel successful, but there’s still some dysphoria I can’t shake. How do I stop binder pain? It fits and I can breathe, but still.

Hi Anon! Sorry for the late reply.

I’m glad you had a mostly good day. Keep your mind on the positive things in life. 

You should try doing some stretches to keep your body healthy for a binder. Rolling your shoulders might help get rid of some binder pain. But, I think you should really listen to your body. It’s hurting for a reason, it means that your body needs to take a break. If this becomes a consistent problem I would suggest bringing a sports bra or something with you so that you can take off your binder and relax for a while.

There are some stretches you can do at these links:

ways to take care of yourself 

stretches after binding

There are also videos on youtube that you can check out if you just search binder stretches.

Hope this helps. Good Luck!

azalea-scroggs replied to your postlurkingcrow replied to your post “OK, serious…

Fascinating topic, I looked at the discussion and I agreed with a lot of points. I think it’s important to keep in mind that “do I like this artist’s work” and “do I want to support this artist” are 2 fundamentally different questions that CAN have different answers. On the whole, I think it’s good to look at a work of art in the context of the artist’s life, but enjoyment is an emotional response and a person’s amount of skill isn’t related to their morals and actions.

albaparthenicevelut replied: 

I think it’s a personal thing but for me the cutoff is usually is the artist still around/does my consuming them uncritically give them continued access to people to victimize. People like Louis CK fall into that category for me. I can’t love or support his work now that know that the price of his fame was being paid by the women comics he worked with. On the other hand there are definitely some Old Dead White Guys who end up being problematic that I haven’t shunned because let’s be honest, they aren’t harassing or abusing anyone. (Alfred Hitchcock cough cough) Sometimes the ideas the work espouses also causes me to drop the author even though they are dead but that tends to be a more subjective thing that would be A Lot to get into here.  🙂

Absolutely. I think about this a lot, because I’m not really buying stuff from these people anymore – I own a massive collection of music, but I don’t really buy a lot of new music anymore. Only a small subset of my favorite artists are still actively producing music; a fair number of them are dead. So really, in most cases any money I was going to give to Problematic Artist A was spent in, like, 1998. Not much I can do about that now, since I’m pretty sure the Sam Goody at the mall that I bought CDs from has been closed for a while. 😄

So that leaves me sitting on a mountain of art by people that, in some cases, really kinda squick me out (or worse) when I think about it, now that I know things or understand things that I did not when I was 14. But THEN I’m like “this doesn’t change what this song meant to me then, it doesn’t erase the song itself, there’s no reason NOT to still enjoy this”, especially when it’s not like I’m mailing the artist a check every time I play it or going around telling everyone what a Great Guy this person is or was. AND I also have to acknowledge that simply because these people were famous doesn’t mean most of them were even trying to hold themselves up as Good People Whom Everyone Should Want to Be Like. I’d argue a good chunk of them were very much actively NOT saying that. Like, it’s a different beast than, say, philanthropists or politicians who might be holding themselves up as examples of morally good people. 

*sigh* It’s a complex topic that makes my brain hurt on occasion. 

anonymous asked:

why didn't you enjoy a levels and what were your results? if you don't mind me asking!! i know it's quite personal, sorry 💖

don’t apologise! first of all, i didn’t actually do my second year which i’ll go into in a moment. when i started college, i hadn’t been taking care of my mental health. i’d struggled all through high school and just sort of got on with it, and still got great gcse results. 

nobody prepared my friends and i for the jump between the two, at all. my school believed if you were a top student, you should do a levels and forget about “the easy option” of a BTEC, so we weren’t left with much choice, especially considering parents were told the same thing when they attended parent/teacher nights.

imagine our horror two months into our AS year when we realised that you had to work twice as hard plus balance work and a social life on top, and then for a lot of us, continue battling mental health. with no help, no prior warning of the reality. a lot of our parents had never been to college, so they didn’t know either.

long story short, i came back from a trip to new york in feb 2014 and a month later i was suicidal. literally my lowest point. my friends were being awful, rumours were being spread, i didn’t know HOW to study correctly, and i stopped attending class. 

i sat my exams and by some miracle got high enough marks to progress but before i’d even done the second exam, i’d gone onto campus and transferred to a media BTEC for the following year and i was oUT of there. 

i guess what i’m trying to say is, if you’re struggling, don’t do what i did. talk to someone (an adult who isn’t going to manipulate you and make you feel guilty for being self-destructive), figure out what would make you happier, and follow through. 

i’ve had my moments but since making that change, i’ve always seen the light at the end of the tunnel. don’t let anyone else make a decision for you.

anonymous asked:

i still got it in my head that genderfluid is some dumb unnecessary tumblr thing...which is unfortunate for me because 5 years of contemplation and tracking myself has lead me to conclude that im genderfluid myself. whoops. anyway i love your blog and keep being yourself xoxo <3

Hi Anon!

Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself when society isn’t welcoming. But, trust me there are plenty of genderfluid people out in the world. We aren’t just pixels on your dash. We all exist in real life. 

Try talking to people online. And, if you’re in school, especially university then you should look into the lgbtqia+ club if your school has one. Sometimes, connecting with the community in real life does a lot to reinforce your own identity.

Thank you!! Hope this helps!

anonymous asked:

Hugs* I know life can be tough, feeling like your alone, like no one can understand how you feel, and you just want to cry But your not alone, there’s people who love you, and no matter the odds you will pull through this; head up high, smiling, knowing you are loved by many Hope this helps you now and forever

you’re legit the sweetest thing anon

thank you so much for thinking about me, and sending me this..i dont deserve any of you tbh .-.
but still i thank you 💕 ily

Me and my mom: the chronicles

Me: Mom, we should watch this new movie, it’s called The house with a clock in its walls.

My mom: Yeah, I’ve heard about it… it’s for kids.

Me: I’m only watching it for Cate Blanchett.

My mom: Oh yes, she’s such a great actress!!!

Me: *wow she still doesn’t suspect a thing.*

Originally posted by lifetimetv

I was saying earlier that I wish I could think of a positive thing to say. I feel bad when I just complain. I thought of a good thing. The anti depressants are working. I find myself laughing. At the tv.. Just having moments where I’m feeling joy and nothing else, even if it’s only 2-10 seconds. That’s new. I was able to do 7 hours of studying today. That is.. An incredibly long time for me to be able to focus on something without being overwhelmed. And although I have a hard time getting out of the house still, feeling safe, no circumstances in my life have changed and mornings are still the worst but I haven’t woken up shaking in a little while or feeling suffocated. Just sad. But not, being pulled into an empty vacuum, paralyzed in fear sad, you know? That’s really nice. I appreciate it every time I get to laugh at something silly.

anonymous asked:

1) That person tried to defend themselves but a quick look at their blog shows they're one of those "Saint Harry deserves everything and gold digger Meghan isn't right for him" haters that are convinced their fantasies are reality. I don't know what I'd do if someone said something like that in real life. I know the trauma of having shitty parents. My parents don't know how to raise a human in a loving, respectful way. They're the reason why I don't believe in marriage, never want children

2) in case I turn out to be a bad mother and traumatize my children the way I am and am suicidal among other things. And I still would never ever speculate on anyone’s parenting skills, let alone accuse them of all the shit that person did. I strongly dislike Harry but felt nothing but happiness for him. What’s fucked up is that people like that WANT someone to be a bad parent just so they can have an actual reason to spread hate, not that anything would stop them from doing that anyway.

I’ll never understand people who think Harry’s great and Meghan’s ruining him. Literally never. Dude is seriously punching when it comes to her. I’ve said before but I don’t understand how people can think that all of Harry’s mistakes should be forgiven but Meghan has somehow ruined him. The bar for what is morally unacceptable to them just seems really bizarre. Swastikas? No biggie! Racist language? Fine by me! A former actress wife? DEAR GOD NO! I definitely agree about them wanting them to be bad parents. It’s this faux concern they put on that bothers me. Don’t pretend to care for the kid when you clearly don’t 

Ugh, this cold just doesn’t wanna go away…

Apparently, the reason I had no memory of ever beating Pokemon X is because I never actually beat it. I got 6 badges in and just stopped for some reason. I guess that’s when I sorta lost interest in Pokemon games for a while. Well, my Pokemon rush is still going pretty strong, so I decided to start a new game rather than pick up where I left off five years ago! I’m only a couple badges in at this point, but there are a couple things I’ve noticed so far:

1. Some of the wild encounters were poorly thought out. For example, Nosepass horde battles. I do not want to spend the next three years of my life in that single wild battle. No thanks. Also, who thought it was a good idea for there to be wild Wobbuffets? You can’t escape, and if you can’t one-shot them, they’ll likely kill you with counter damage or Destiny Bond. What a pain.

2. Serena is absolutely ruthless. “Why, look at that. The four of us are together again! Hey, [Name and address withheld], why don’t you and I team up and absolutely destroy our poor friends who aren’t even that into Pokemon battling to begin with! Sounds like easy exp points to me, right?”

She terrifies me a little. Trust no one, especially not Serena.