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the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald; starter sentences.

  • ❛ So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. ❜
  • ❛ I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. ❜
  • ❛ Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. ❜
  • ❛ And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy. ❜
  • ❛ I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. ❜
  • ❛ Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead. ❜
  • ❛ You see I usually find myself among strangers, because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me. ❜
  • ❛ There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired. ❜
  • ❛ In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. ❜
  • ❛ Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. ❜
  • ❛ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ❜
  • ❛ Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!❜
  • ❛ It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people. ❜
  • ❛ So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. ❜
  • ❛ All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.’ ❜
  • ❛ I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others–young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. ❜
  • ❛ No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. ❜
  • ❛ It takes two to make an accident. ❜
  • ❛ Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures. ❜
  • ❛ He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. ❜
  • ❛ There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind… ❜
  • ❛ But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires. ❜
  • ❛ I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! ❜
  • ❛ I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library. ❜
  • ❛ Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window. ❜
  • ❛ It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. ❜
  • ❛ The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. ❜
  • ❛ I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known. ❜
  • ❛ So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight – watching over nothing. ❜
  • ❛ Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply. ❜
  • ❛ The rich get richer and the poor get – children. ❜
  • ❛ I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone’s away. There’s something very sensuous about it – overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. ❜
  • ❛ The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. ❜
  • ❛ Murder your darlings. ❜
  • ❛ It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such – such beautiful shirts before. ❜
  • ❛ Human sympathy has its limits. ❜
  • ❛ A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. ❜
  • ❛ I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. ❜
  • ❛ I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. ❜
  • ❛ I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. ❜
  • ❛ That voice was a deathless song. ❜
  • ❛ I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie. ❜
  • ❛ All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don’t come back. ❜
  • ❛ But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. ❜
  • ❛ She was incurably dishonest. ❜
  • ❛ What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? ❜
  • ❛ Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. ❜
  • ❛ Most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don’t in the beginning. ❜
  • ❛ I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around. ❜
  • ❛ I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. ❜
  • ❛ God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can’t fool God! ❜
  • ❛ He’s so dumb he doesn’t know he’s alive. ❜
  • ❛ I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. ❜
Bad Ideas l Steve Rogers One-shot

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warning: Swearing 

Originally posted by urmychilicheesecake

You look through e-mails on your phone as you walk through Stark Tower.  You’re on your way to meet Steve for lunch, you two haven’t been able to get some alone time for a while.  What with him being busy saving the world and you constantly in the lab due to all these new aliens coming to Earth.   You loved your job, and being best friends with Tony Stark had its perks. Especially when he let you in on projects you would never even receive clearance for.  

“Psst! Y/N!” You stopped and listened. “Y/N!” You turned to see Tony sticking his head out of a door to a lab.


“Get in here!”

“Why are we whispering?”

“Just get in here!” You roll your eyes but follow Tony into the lab. Bruce Banner stood across the room leaning against a counter looking very worried.  And then you notice the thing laying on a table in the center of the room.

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In Time

You were alone and confused. Your surroundings had changed dramatically in the blink of an eye. How was this possible? Upon stumbling into a cafe you meet a mysterious man who seems to have all the answers, no matter how bizarre they are. Doctor Who AU. 

Word Count: 2.7k.

Introducing Park Jinyoung as The Doctor.

For the welcome project at @kpoptrashnetwork! Hope you enjoy @kpopfanfictrash this one’s for you<3

Part of the Time & Space series.

You tried to blink away from your confusion unsure of what had just happened. Everything wasn’t the way it seemed, for one moment you were walking home taking the short cut through the graveyard at the local church, the sun shining brightly. Some local kids riding their bikes down the street could be heard, the loud chirps of the birds filled the air. Everything had been replaced. The sun had disappeared, blackened clouds that warned of impending rain now hung above your head. Trees surrounded you now, it appeared you were now at a park. Off in the distance, the loud clap of thunder rung through the tense air. You were alone now. Walking around you could no longer see the children on the play down the road. Hell, you couldn’t even see the road. But how? How had such a dramatic change occurred without any warning?

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I’m Sorry

Could you do a Newt x reader where Newt gets really hurt in a battle and the reader goes full on revenge and uses the death curse on the person who hurt Newt cuz she thinks he’s not gonna make it?

Hey Guys! so I realize its been a long time since i posted a fic and i apologize. I went into this really depressive state where i couldn’t bring myself to write and then stuff happened with my mom and its just a big mess. Hopefully i’ll be able to write more. Again im really sorry. I don’t know how this fic is gonna turn out because i haven’t written in so long so if it’s crappy then I apologize. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood, a swear and OOC!Newt

“You’re not going”

“Newt come on!” you shout. 

This was the second time today you’ve had this argument. You Newt was a high priority target after Grindelwald escaped. You got the owl while you were in your flat in London. MACUSA and MOM thought it was best Newt went back to New York, hoping that Grindelwald would assume he went back to England. Of course, you wanted to come but Newt wasn’t having it. 

“I’m not letting you endanger yourself just for me!” Newt yells throwing his arms to his hair. 

“Well, I’m not letting you go in alone” you counter. You hold a glare, the I'm coming with you whether you like it or not one. 

“Fine,” Newt says finally giving up, “But please promise me that you’ll be careful” Newt whispers taking your face in his hands. 

“Always am love” you reply nuzzling your face into his neck.

 With one last regretful look, Newt takes your hand and disapparates to the docks. Newt wouldn't stop fidgeting the whole boat ride. His brows furrowed and his back hunched over like he was in deep thought. 

“Hey, everything is going to be okay Newt. I promise” you say taking his hand and rubbing your thumb in a comforting matter. 

Newt looks up and gives you the best smile he could manage at the time. His smile twitched a bit. You could see the worry in his eyes and it made your heart break. You just wanted to take every worry from your sweet Hufflepuff and make it disappear. 

“You don’t know that” he answers. “Yes well, I’m trying to be optimistic” you shoot back earning a light chuckle from him. “You always were the optimistic one”  

He pulls you closer to him and buries his nose in your neck. He didn’t know what was to come but he knew that he would keep you as safe as he could. As soon as you stepped off the boat Tina appeared with some other Aurors and took you and Newt back to MACUSA. 

“I wish you were here under less serious circumstances Mr. Scamander” Tina says as you walk through MACUSA.

She leads you to the Presidents Office. Madame Picquery stands along with a couple other Aurors. 

“Mr. Scamander, you saved us from Grindelwald and we’re here to return the favor” Picquery explains, “You’ll be staying with Ms. Goldstein. Undercover aurors will be monitoring the building 24/7″  

Dinner was mostly quiet, other than the normal small talk it was silent. Everyone’s mind racing and trying to stay calm. You’re the first one to get up and go into the case to try to take your mind off of things. 

When you come back he’s in your shared room. His jacket strewn on the floor and his bow tie undone around his neck. His hair all ruffled and eyes red. “Oh Newt” embracing him you whisper reassurance all night. 

A loud crash sends your heart racing and your hand to your wand. Looking over at Newt he’s still sound asleep. You’ve always been a lighter sleeper. You wait and listen for another sound. You debate waking up Newt, ultimately deciding to just shake him a bit. It’s probably nothing but you know Newt would kill you if you didn’t say anything. He half wakes up when you shake his shoulder 

“Newt, I heard a loud crash but I’m not sure it’s dangerous. I’m going to check it out” 

“Not without me” he mumbles sleepily grabbing for his wand. 

Stifling a laugh you guided Newt’s hand to his wand. He stood up and followed you, a little noisily as he was still half asleep. 


Looking around nothing seems out of the ordinary. 

“I guess I got all worked up for nothing” turning to face Newt, he had a horrified face on. 

Tilting your head you follow his gaze down to your stomach. Eyes widening as you see blooding seeping through your shirt fast. you let out a quiet oh before walking towards Newt only to fall. Newt catches you and brings you slowly to the ground. He rips part of his shirt sleeve and holds it over your wound.

 A dark chuckle reveals a man holding a bloody knife. He throws down the knife and pulls out his wand. Newt scrambles up and points his wand, “Expelliarmus“ and the attacker is disarmed. He puts his hands up and a wicked smirk on his face.  

“You know, I was wondering why I couldn’t just use the killing curse, but now I see the appeal. Its much more fun to watch your love bleed to death, and you can’t do nothing about it. A welcome back to New York gift from Grindlewald, Mr. Scamander” Newts knuckles turn white, 

“You bloody bastard” Newt snarled, he was seething with rage. He glances down at you. 

“You know. I could kill you right here. Right now. Your life gone in an instant” A deadly smirk, one never seen on Newt before and hell it was scary. 

“You wouldn’t. I know your personality” his voice shakes. 

Sure Newt is usually calm and doesn’t resort to violence but something snapped inside him. 

Avada Ke- Expelliarmus Newt’s wand flew out of his hand. 

He whips his head to see Tina and Queenie. 

Petrificus Totalus 

Tina grabs the collar of the intruder. 

“I’m going to MACUSA to turn this guy in. Queenie, help Y/n to the hospital and you” she shouts turning to Newt. “You are going to stay right here and think about what the hell you could have just done” With a pop Tina was gone.

 All the anger seemed to leave Newt when he see’s Queenie trying to wake you up. 

“Newt, I’m going to have to apparate there. Stay here like Tina said. I wouldn’t try to cross her, she’s very mad at you right now” Queenie explains. 

Soon enough Newt was alone in the apartment. His hands shaking. He almost killed someone. He let his emotions cloud his judgment. He could have saved you if he just woke Tina up. Tears formed in his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye he see’s Tina return. 

“Its late so im not going to yell because i don’t want to wake up the neighbors. But tell me, what were you thinking? That man could give us information on Grindelwald and you were going to Kill him? What got into you” Tina’s voice was tight and Newt could tell she was trying to control her anger. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I just, I saw y/n bleeding and I felt helpless. M-my sadness turned into anger.” Newt collapses on the couch, head in hands. The room was silent, only occasional sniffs from Newt could be heard. 

“I could have saved them. I-I could have just stunned him a-and got you. I could have gotten them to the hospital faster. Oh, merlin Tina I might as well have killed y/n!” Newt cries out. 

“Newt…” Tina knew that she was going to have to bring Newt in for questioning about what happened. But for right now, she’s just going to be his friend. 

“It’s okay Newt, Y’n could still make it.” Tina whispers, rubbing his back soothingly. 

Tina let Newt cry until he fell asleep. Newt wakes up praying it was all a dream. But Aurors all over made it a cold hard reality. Tina glances over to see Newt awake. 

“Newt. I think it’s best to get you out of here.” she says ushering him out. 

“How’s y/n?” he asks. 

“The healers did the best they could. Y’n’s resting. They lost a lot of blood. But they’re strong Newt” Tina says with sympathy. “You can go visit for right now but I need you to come to MACUSA later” Newt nods and disapparates. 

He doesn’t say much and heads straight to your room. Newt sits beside you and takes your hand. 

“This is all my fault” he whispers. 

“Better me than you” Newt’s heart nearly stopped.

 You were okay. He had so many things to say but settled for 

“I’m sorry” His hand caressed your cheek and more tears pooled in his eyes. 

“Hey, I’m okay. I’m still here” you whisper comfortingly. Newt opens his mouth to say something else but you bring your hand to his lips. 

“I’m okay and that’s all that matters love. Now, I’m very tired, care to join me?” You ask trying to lighten the mood. 

He manages a small smile and carefully gets in next to you. He’s still hesitant to touch you. That fear in the back of his head saying he could do something and hurt you. You notice this of course and you take his hand and rub it reassuringly. 

“We don’t have to cuddle, but please, just let me hold your hand.” you ask. 

He nods and gets a little closer to you. After you drift off to sleep Newt moves some hair out of your face. 

I’m not letting anything happen to you. Never again 

There is only one pokemon I HATE and that is Mandibuzz.

Originally posted by mewtwooftheinternet

Up until the release of Sun and Moon I was neutral about it, it was interesting being a vulture and a surprisingly tanky Pokemon but then I read some Pokedex entries.

Its Moon entry reads:

I figured okay that is interesting, I never thought of these species having a rivalry before but that is nothing new to Pokemon. Then I read more Pokedex entries.

Cubone’s Sun entry:

Marowak’s Moon entry:

Wow this is worse than any other species rivalry I have seen in Pokemon and it feels like Mandibuzz is a far more despicable species than most other predatory Pokemon. At least most other prey Pokemon have natural defenses, especially those like Durant and Seviper in species rivalry.

It deliberately seeks out orphaned Cubone, hearing its cries like a dinner bell and swooping down on the helpless infant. Then to add insult to injury it accessorizes its nest, itself and its young with the bones of the Cubone, including its mother’s skull and its bone club. 

Mandibuzz has an unfair advantage, not only against the helpless Cubone, but against Marowak as well. Alolan Marowak are part ghost type which are weak to dark types and Cubone/normal Marowak are ground types which puts them at a severe disadvantage.

 I can imagine many a Marowak has stood its ground to protect its young from this predator despite the odds and all too often has lost, giving its life. Which would explain why so many wild Cubones are orphans. Team Rocket has got nothing on this ugly bird.

Sorry to fans of this Pokemon but fuck you Mandibuzz, you are the only Pokemon I hate.

Originally posted by kyurem

@osandra33 asked for “Tears” and then I got a little inspired by the new Episode 4 promo

“That my father was murdered…”

The words cut through the air like the sharp of a blade, leaving nothing but a desolate silence in its wake.

It is only now – with their gazes locked – that Benvolio notices the silvery lines upon her cheeks, the path of tears that knew no other outlet for her long-held grief. In that moment he realizes that he has never seen her cry before – he has seen her fury and her fear, her sadness and her resignation – but never once has she allowed him a glimpse into something so tethered to her heart. 

By who? he opens up his mouth to speak, but the question dies in his throat, for one look at her eyes and he knows – he knows – with all the certainty of a man condemned to the gallows.

And now the full strength of it hits him, the utter cruelty of what was being forced upon her, of the men who would have her marry into the family responsible for such a crime. His own cruelty, as he blithely made sport with his friends over the death of Capulets, not for a moment considering who might have been left behind to grieve over them. 

She had resisted so firmly to their betrothal, an act he had attributed to simple maiden willfulness, but now he understands her reasons, powerful enough to put his own petty objections to shame.

Because for all she knows, he realizes in horror, he could have been the one that held the blade. 

[send me a word, I’ll write you a Rosvolio drabble]
Zayn Malik looks dreamy on the cover of Sunday Times' Style magazine
Lovely, lovely Zayn.

Lovely, lovely Zayn.

By Naomi Gordon Mar 17, 2017

Zayn may be modeling a jacket that looks like it’s made from the same material as an Ikea shopping bag, but he’s still a slammin’ hottie on the cover of Sunday Times’ Style magazine.

The 24-year-old singer has been unveiled as the Sunday paper’s magazine cover star, and fans obviously can’t cope - especially as cruelly they’ll have to wait until the weekend to see inside. WE NEED TO SEE THE WORDS WITH THE PICTURES NOW.

The newspaper’s Twitter account shared the image, along with the caption: “Breaking! The @zaynmalik cover. See the full shoot and interview on Sunday zaynXstyle”

Zayn - who is also working a slicked-back man-bun on the cover -  posted the image on his page too, but without any words (so Zayn), and fans promptly lost it as they deluged the tweet with their undying love for the star.

The paper’s twitter account also kindly shared some images from inside the magazine (although the second jacket looks as questionable as the first) and as fans pointed out, he looks nothing short of perfect.

The publication also promised that we’ll see “@zaynmalik as you’ve never seen him before in our brand-new exclusive unseen shots.”

Don’t forget to steal your parents’ paper on Sunday….

Kara: So it started just half a year ago… 

I’d woken up from my sleep in a shock, abruptly transported from the world of dreams (or in this case, nightmares) to ours again.

I had been having this particular nightmare for quite some time now, and nothing I did seemed to alleviate the issue. 

I decided to seek out comfort the one place I could…

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moonlight-sundown  asked:

I shall help you out, friend :) Also another question! What inspired you for Wildtale to come au?

Thank you kindly :’3 

And I’m flattered you asked~ :3 

My AU Wildtale was actually from a wild nightmareish dream I had seeing my wild!sans huge than a polar bear and story that came in new years 2016 which sprung the idea of his reference design to be. -

((This may be unnecessary to say but no, don’t get any wrong ideas. Its not and has nothing to do with dreamtale, in fact, I never knew that au till I came with a group in August 2016 and I wasn’t interested due to the dreamtale artists’ poor behavior or so I’ve been told to stay clear away. Plus the fact, mine came first before hers truthfully, I seen the month difference in her blog and mine. Funny thing though.. she was getting upset behind my back telling others that I named my Nightshade that she thinks I stole the name of her NightmareSans, which in fact, is very wrong at the very least. I had previously named him Shadow!Sans but due do people claiming the name, I wanted to change it so that it’s original and thought to call him Shade!Sans. But then afterwards, Nightshade was a name of a poisonous plant that my mom wanted me to look up and that name came to the idea (Nightshade is also not Sans but another oc skeleton that I developed) plus I was curious to look up her blog when she made her sans and mine came a month before hers. My Daylight!Sans also came a month before her dream!sans too. But since I can’t really prove the month difference due her deleting her account, there’s nothing to prove. And really it’s more than likely they have a HUGE difference in personalities despite their looks or names. Also no I’m not calling anyone out nor having unnecessary arguments. How she came to be popular, I don’t give a damn and not interested either way. I’ll leave it at that.)) 

– However! Some inspiring aus I took a liking to was firstly: GZtale by @golzy aka the floof king and secondly Aftertale by loverofpigges aka the crayon queen. 

Also planning I couldn’t make time for drawing my wildtale comic these last two years or so on because I was having a partner comic from February 2016 and was hard doing two things at once. So writing it out and planning it all throughout the two years with wildtale and a month before leading of deciding to quit the partner comic, I have to say it’s better than I was previously going for. 

Thank you for the question :3

Hack # 10, the Fake Trap
  • Dr. Dungeon Master: there's a classic trap design that makes your players act fast but putting them in no real danger. The biggest reward is the hilarity that ensues and you as a DM getting to be a trickster.
  • Dr. DM: the trap goes as follows, you have your players locked in a room, there is often a button, a statue of a monster or some other contained danger, and a countdown from 10 to 1. Every time the players push the button, the countdown resets to 10.
  • Dr. DM: The catch is that the countdown does nothing, the statue or whatever never truly comes to life, and most often once the countdown reaches 0 the door to the next room opens. This is great on new players, who've never seen this trick before. Re-flavor it, change the button to torches or switches, make the danger a glowing crystal or "sleeping" gargoyle, whatever you can think up! It's a challenge that is the reverse of player psychology that will make the second guess everything about puzzle encounters.
sir gwaine imagine | he flirts with you, unaware you’re a princess

masterlist | request

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warnings: none

prompt: [requested via wattpad] Hi can i have two more imagines please both from the tv show merlin. One with Merlin where I’m Prince Arthur sister and we’re stealing a moment alone the other with Sir Gwaine where he meets me when i have snuck out to the tavern 

Originally posted by girl-who-lived7

“Oh, wow,” a voice beside you said.

You peered at its owner from the corner of your eye and found that it was a bearded man you had never seen before–a commoner. He was sitting down on the neighbouring barstool, never taking his eyes off you. At first, you thought he might have recognized you as the princess, but you had never seen this man before and doubted he would know if he was new in town. “What?” you sighed finally, returning your focus back to your drink.

“Oh nothing,” he shrugged, nodding in appreciation at the bartender when his drink was handed to him across the bar. “I’m just not used to seeing such beauty, especially not in a dark old tavern like this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Did you honestly think that was going to work?" 

"A man can hope, can he not?”

“He can hope all he wants. It doesn’t mean it will get him anywhere." 

The man feigned injury, clutching his chest and looking pained. "You break my heart, miss. It’s alright, though. I like a girl with a bit of a bite.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at this, though you tried to hide it by bringing your glass to your lips. “Then it’s your lucky day,” you said before taking another swig.

“You can say that again.” He watched you intently for a moment, eyeing you up and down. “So, do you have a name, or would you rather just take mine when we are wed?”

You snorted at his terrible pick up line. “Does your shameless flirting often work on girls?”

“You tell me,” he replied, smiling lazily at you. “Did it work on you?”

“No. I think I am quite able to resist your charms at present.”

“Then you have your answer. Can you really blame a man for trying, though?”

You finished the last of your drink and hopped down from the barstool. “No, but I can walk away from you.”

You did as promised, feeling his eyes burning a hole in your back. “Oh come on, leaving so soon? Won’t you at least tell me your name?”

You spun around, an eyebrow raised. “I’ll make you a deal. I will tell you my name if you tell me yours first.”

“I am Gwaine. Otherwise known as your future husband.” He gave you a cheeky wink, one that might have made you blush if you were not the one who held the power in this situation.

“Lovely to meet you, Gwaine–or, on second thought, perhaps not so lovely to meet you." 

"And you? I expect it is a name as beautiful as your face. Amelia? Sophia? Maria?”

“You may call me Princess [Y/N],” you interrupted, enjoying the sight of him flushing with the realization that you were a royal. “Daughter of King Uther Pendragon. I am quite sure you have heard of him.”

“I was not aware that this tavern accommodated nobility. Forgive me, Princess.”

“Yes, well, you mention this to no one and we shall call it even. After all, you owe me for not leaving sooner.”

He nodded, his eyes glittering in amusement. “You have yourself a deal, Princess. You will not let me buy you a drink, first? I shall make less of an embarrassment of myself this time round, I promise.”

“I find that rather hard to believe. Goodbye, Gwaine. Enjoy your drink.”

He smirked, raising his glass towards you as though he was about to make a toast. “I shall see you soon, Princess. I will make sure of it.”

“Yes, in your dreams.” You left before he could reply, feeling satisfied with yourself and perhaps, in the cold night air, a little flustered. Perhaps Gwaine was not the only one who held out hope for another meeting, after all.

Michigan Gothic

-You drive through a small town. It seems familiar. Have you been here before? It seems familiar, but they all do. They all seem the same. You drive through a small town.

-M-115 is a road you avoid. It never ends. Has it been half an hour? An hour? A day? You don’t know, but you don’t question it. It’s always been this way.

-You count the roadkill. 1 deer, 2 deer, 3 deer. You pass by a moving body, stepping on the gas. It’s better to stop counting. Your eyes linger in your rearview mirror as the body gets smaller. Is it because you’re further away or is there another reason? You step on the gas harder.

-The forest seems to reach for you in the darkness. You stay focused on the road, ignoring the glowing eyes in the ditches. There aren’t animals around here with six eyes.

-There are towns that seem to pop up on maps, towns you have never heard of before. No one has heard of them, but they’re there. It’s best to keep driving through them.

-Your dog growls at the forest behind your house. You hear a howl and a yip in the distance. You bring your dog inside. If someone asks you say ‘coyotes’. But no one asks, they know the truth. They say nothing as you deadbolt your door.

-A barn is standing in the distance. It’s alone and you’re unsure as to how long its been there. You’ve never seen it before, but you have. They all look the same. The next day it’s closer.

-The Cherry Festival comes to Traverse and you stay indoors. You’ve lived here all your life and have never been to that festival. Locals never go. It’s not your place. The sacrifices must be new blood. You and your loved ones are safe for another year.

-It’s May. There is snow. You don’t ask or comment. Nothing good comes from talking about the snow in May. You pretend to not notice. You make jokes about it, but it’s not a joke. When the snow is finally gone its August and it snows again.

Wolfstar Soulmate Au Part Two

Part One Here

-That night, Remus sat on his bed debating what to do next.  On one hand, Sirius had been brave enough to make the move and speak to Remus first, so in all fairness, Remus felt he should be the one to find the courage and write to Sirius now.  On the other hand, Mr and Mrs Black clearly did not know about their son’s soulmate and for very good reason.  Remus really didn’t want to picture what would happen to either of them if words were to appear on Sirius’ arms in the middle of family dinner time.  He decided to wait until later that night when, hopefully, Sirius would be alone in his room but not yet asleep.

-Sirius, meanwhile, was sitting at the dinner table doing his best to not draw attention to himself.  The sooner he could get away from his family and hide away in his room, the better.   As soon as the meal was finished Sirius, for the first time in a very long time, willingly ignored his parents’ ongoing, very prejudiced debate, and slipped up to his room without incident.

-/Hello?/ Sirius was usually very good with words, honestly, but what did one say to their soulmate they’d never written to and only met once before? And though he wouldn’t admit it, Sirius was a bit disappointed that Remus hadn’t tried to write him sooner.  When words appeared on his arm only a few seconds later, Sirius was surprised by how relieved he felt, he let out a muffled laugh.

-When /Hello/ scrawled gracefully across his forearm, Remus was very glad he’d been sitting on his bed with a pen in his hand like an idiot for the past hour.  It only took him a moment to respond.

-/Hello.  I was going to write, but I was worried you’d be with your family.  I’m sorry./

-Sirius was pleased to see Remus was better at thinking ahead than him.  /Don’t be.  I should have written months ago, it would have saved both of us a lot of trouble./

-It takes Remus a minute to respond and Sirius can’t shake the irrational fear that the boy won’t ever write him back.  Then /Are you alright?/ shows up on his arms and his breath catches in his throat, because no one but James has ever asked him that before.  His family doesn’t care and everyone at school will only ever see the happy-go-lucky, overly confident persona that Sirius takes care to never let slip.  And then here’s this kid who up until a that morning thought Sirius hated him, asking if he was alright.  /I am now./ He responds, and as corny as Sirius knows that sounds, its true.

-Remus is still worried.  Children whose parents carve hateful words into them are most certainly not ‘alright’, but he figures that’s a conversation to be held when they can actually claim to now each other.  At the moment, they’ve barley exchanged a handful of sentences yet.  Remus decides to remedy that.  /What’s your favorite Quidditch team?/

-Sirius is worried that Remus will press the issue, but breaks into a grin when he reads the word Quidditch.  His poor soulmate doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.

-Their light banter continues nightly for the next few weeks.  Though Sirius can rarely write during the day, both boys stay up increasingly later to talk.  

-Remus has never looked forwards to nights before, even on new moons he can’t help thinking about what’s to come.  Now though, he has an actual friend.  Someone who genuinely likes him and wants to spend time with him.  Remus always knew he was lonely, how could he not be when the only people he ever spoke to were his parents?  but he hadn’t realized how much he needed someone his own age until he met Sirius.  It scares him how much he’s come to depend on their conversations, those few hours every night that he can pretend he’s normal.  But he’s not, and one day Sirius will find out, and that scares him even more.

-Sirius has friends.  Not many ‘true’ friends, though he’s popular at school he prefers to keep to himself.  But between James and Peter, Sirius has never felt the need for anyone else, he couldn’t imagine better friends than the two he already has.  But Remus isn’t like James and Peter, he’s different.  James knows everything about him, and has always done everything he could to help his best friend, but there’s a difference between knowing and seeing and Sirius would do anything to keep James from seeing.  He’d probably feel the same way about Remus, but Remus has already seen what his parents do.  While Sirius was at first mortified and afraid that the other boy might think poorly of him, he was now just relieved not to have any secrets.  Around his family and at Hogwarts Sirius was constantly wearing a mask, faking it to make other happy and to hide how he really felt.  With Remus, he didn’t have to do that.  he didn’t want to do that.  Sirius hadn’t realized how liberating that would feel.

-The first night Remus didn’t write to him, Sirius fell asleep with his quill in hand, staring at the full moon floating outside his window. When he woke the next morning and his arm still only had his own writing on it, Sirius began to worry.  Not that Sirius Black would admit that’s what he was doing.  Rationally, he knew that Remus had just fallen asleep early, or been out with some friends.  Though funny, now that he thinks about it, Sirius realizes that Remus knows everything about James and Peter, but had never mentioned any friends of his own.  Shaking his head, he slowly dresses.  If he’s lucky he’ll have some free time after lunch to try writing some more.  Until then, he makes sure to put on  shirt with over-long sleeves.

-Remus wakes up feeling like death warmed over.  Nothing new there.  He’s lying in his own bed, in clean clothes.  His parents always try to make him as comfortable as possible.  He then notices a few black letter peaking out from under the heavy bandages on his left arm.  without thinking, he goes to unwrap them, but quickly stops, wincing in pain.  Writing will have to wait.

-Its not until the next night that Remus is finally impatient enough to take off the bandage.  He almost regrets doing so until he manages to make out what the words say, which is no easy task with three large claw marks running through them.  At first Remus is elated.  Sirius seems so genuinely worried for him.  Remus hadn’t dared to think that his soulmate really cared that much about him.  Remus knew Sirius liked him well enough, of course, but the other boy had real friends, Remus was just a way to pass a boring summer stuck at home.  But if Sirius’ words were anything to go by, he hadn’t just missed Remus, he was really, really worried.  And that instantly made Remus feel terrible.  He’d been so worried about the full moon, he hadn’t stopped to think he’d have to explain his absence to Sirius.

-/I’m here, I’m fine. I’m so so sorry.  I hurt my arm, that’s all, I couldn’t write./  That was a pretty poor excuse, and was torn between being slightly offended Remus thought him that stupid and just relieved that nothing was majorly wrong.  Relief won out, of course.  Remus hadn’t pressed about Sirius’ family, so he’d show Remus the same respect.  For now at least.  Sirius Black wasn’t usually known for his patience.

-Two weeks later, and it was Remus’ turn to be staring anxiously at his arm while the moon crept across the sky.  He probably wouldn’t have been half as worried if it wasn’t approaching the end of August and the start of the Hogwarts school year.  Remus couldn’t shake the fear that as soon as Sirius went back to Hogwarts, as soon as he caught up with his ‘real life’ friends, he would no longer have any need to write Remus nightly.  Of course, the boy would write him on occasion, they were definitely close friends now, but Remus knew how hectic life at Hogwarts must be, and how easy it would be to loose contact despite the best of intentions.

-Sirius’ day had gone from bad, to worse, to down right deadly shockingly fast.  At lunch his parents had been had been debating the best way to rid the world of squibs.  This wasn’t an unusual conversation and it was one Sirius did his best to stay out of.  Except this time, he couldn’t stop thinking about Remus.  More specifically, the most probably reason that at a boy from a wizarding family would not be attending a wizarding school.  As his parents’ ideas got more and more sickening, Sirius was becoming less and less calm.  ‘Why do you care, its not like they’re doing anyone any harm.  they’re human beings too.’

-He knew he should have kept his mouth shut, he really did, but once the idea that his soulmate was probably a squib got into his head, Sirius found it really difficult to get out, and he had never found himself so angry at his parents before.  A few nasty bruises later, he was now flopped unceremoniously on his bed.  Rolling over, he grabbed his quill and ink from the bedside table and rolled up his sleeve.  

-As (bad) luck would have it, Regulus chose that moment to come bursting into his room, starting to say, ‘Mother want you down stars now-’ before trailing off.  Sirius’ younger brother was a lot of things, but unfortunately stupid really wasn’t on of them. ‘You have a soulmark, don’t you?  Does mother know?’  Apparently Sirius’ wide eyed expression was answer enough,  Regulus ran out of the room, not bother to close the door behind him. Sirius steeled himself, and followed.  Better to get this mess over and done with.

-His mother’s screaming and his father’s disappointed gaze was nothing new.  Sirius had, even from a young age, excelled at ignoring it.  Unfortunately, not responding to a direct question never ended well.  ‘I said, “who is it?”’ Sirius wasn’t sure he’d ever seen his mother quiet so unbalanced before.  She clearly didn’t appreciate being in the dark.  ‘Clearly no one you’d like, so I’m honestly offended that you think me stupid enough to tell you.’  Expecting the palm to the face didn’t do much to lessen its pain.  Sirius wasn’t concerned though, he knew his mothers rage would only last so long, then he’d probably just be locking in his room for a few days.  His father, however, was more rational than his mother, which made him a bigger threat.  Sirius knew the man would not stand for his heir having an ‘undesirable’ for a soulmate and would simply bide his time until he could do something about it,

-Sirius found himself to be both right and wrong.  His father was definitely the one to be worried about, but he wasn’t going to bide his time.  He cut of Walburga Black’s incessant screeching.  ‘Go upstairs, boy.  You’re not to leave your room.’  Sirius wasted no time, slipping quickly out of the room.  He hesitated just out of sight though, wanting to know what he was in for.

-’You can’t seriously be letting him get away with-’, ‘Of course not, but when has yelling at the wretch ever done us a shred of good?’  Sirius could practically feel his mother’s annoyance radiating through the house.  ‘The soulmate’s name is somewhere on his body, there are plenty of spells out there with the sole purpose up bringing such marks to the surface.  Sirius won’t have a say in the matter.

-Not good, very not good. Sirius ran to his room, slipping up the stairs in his hurry.  He pulled out his wand and hastily swept all of his belongings into his trunk before shrinking it down to pocket size.  The one good thing about living with a ‘holier than thou’ pureblood family was that he didn’t have to worry about doing underage magic at home.  Black children started practicing magic at home long before Hogwarts.  

-To get to the outside, Sirius had to go out the front door.  He might have made it out unnoticed if his parents hadn’t already been on their way to find him.  As it was, just making it to the entrance hallway was a pretty good feat.  ‘I won’t let you do it.’  Sirius was glad he was well practiced at acting more confident than he actually was.  ‘You have not write to hurt an innocent person.’

-His mother scowled. ‘And what right do you have to dishonor you family so horrifically?  You’ve never been able to do anything properly.’  Ignoring her, Sirius looked at his father.  ‘If you don’t leave this be, I’ll leave.  Here and now.’  Sirius had though his father would be angry, would snap at him, at the very least.  Somehow, the uncaring ‘Then leave, and ever expect to come’ the came out was so much more hurtful.  His parents weren’t even going to try and make him stay.

-Sirius didn’t answer.  He turned, and left.

-He’d never been so glad to curl up on Jame’s bed.  He was asleep before James could ask any probing questions and before he noticed the fresh writing on his arm.

-/We really need a short code word that means ‘I won’t be able to write for a while, please don’t freak out.’/  At his point, Remus was just writing aimlessly, more to comfort himself than to actually communicate with Sirius.

-/Yeah, we do.  I’m so sorry I made you worry./

-Remus fumbled his pen, his response sloppy in his hurry to answer back. /Don’t be, I’m just happy you’re alright./

-/I’m not really./  Remus’ heart froze.  /You’re hurt?  You shouldn’t be writing./

-/No, Merlin, sorry, don’t worry, I’m not hurt.  I ran away./  Remus let out a long breath.  Running away he could deal with.  /Do you want to tell me?/  He didn’t think Sirius would respond, but after several long moments Sirius’ elegant writing was crawling along his arm.  /My brother caught me trying to write you.  Did you know there’s spells to make your soulmate’s name appear?  I didn’t.  Left before they could do it.  They said not to come back.  Wouldn’t be surprised it they disowned me.  I’m at Jame’s place, so I meant it when I said don’t worry./ then, /Are you a squib?/

-Remus really wasn’t sure how one was supposed to respond to that.  ‘Sorry you have a sucky family, of course I’m going to worry, and what?’  That probably wasn’t the best way to go, even if it was the first thing to pop into his head.  /You didn’t have to do that for me, they’re your family even if you hate each other.  It couldn’t have been easy./  Maybe also not the best thing to say, but Remus honestly didn’t know how to help his best friend/soulmate.

-/I did it for me, too.  James been telling me for years I needed to get out.  That place was no good for me.  Besides, I never would have been able to forgive myself it they did something to hurt you./  There was a pause as Sirius switched to his other arm. /I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that question.  I shouldn’t have asked.  My parents were talking about squibs this morning, and I know you can’t go to Hogwarts, and I probably jumped to a wrong conclusion, but regardless, their bigoted ideas always get me wound up. That didn’t really help the whole situation either./

-Remus read Sirius’ message.  Twice.  He needed an excuse.  A really good one, because he knew Sirius was like a master of making up excuses himself.  That, or Remus could go with the truth, but selfish or not he really didn’t want to have that conversation yet.  He ended up with a half truth instead.  /No, I’m not a squib.  I have an illness that won’t let me go to school.  It’s nothing contagious, and its nothing for you to worry about, I’m not dying or anything, I just wouldn’t be able to keep up with the school work very well.  My mum and dad are teaching me at home./  

-Of course, despite Remus’ reassurance, Sirius was still worried, but he decided not to tell the other boy that.  /Well that’s awful.  You should go complain to fate or something.  You were robbed of having to share a dorm with me for seven years./

-Remus smiled at that.  /Yes, yes, woe is me./  He hesitated for a moment, wavering between what he wanted to write next.  Before he could chicken out, Remus quickly jotted down, /You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.  I know that’s really cheesy to say, but you should know that.  I’m going to miss you when you go to school./

-Sirius took a moment to reply and Remus thought he might have scared the other boy away.  Soulmates or no they’d only known each other for little over a month.  When the message did come, and Remus read it, he couldn’t stop smiling to himself for the rest of the day.  /Soulmate, I’m rather disappointed in myself right now because I’m afraid you have no idea how much you mean to me.  I’m going to write to you all day long now that there’s no pesky parents to get in the way./  Remus believed him.


Art and cover by PETE WOODS
Variant cover by NICK BRADSHAW
“LOST” part one! When the Justice League is confronted by three concurrent threats, a sleep-deprived Batman makes a crucial error that causes an unthinkable—and potentially unforgivable—tragedy. Legendary Eisner Award-nominated writer Christopher Priest (Deathstroke) is joined by artist Pete Woods for a brand-new must-read Justice League story like you’ve never seen before!
On sale DECEMBER 6 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T


Art and cover by PETE WOODS
Variant cover by NICK BRADSHAW
“LOST” part two! Still greatly affected by the shocking events of the previous issue, the Justice League attempts to regain its balance when an alien infestation threatens the Earth. But nothing can prepare them for an attack closer to home…one that will reveal devastating truths about the League itself!
On sale DECEMBER 20 • 32 pg, FC, $2.99 US • RATED T


Friday the 13th: The Game Launches on Kickstarter

What is Friday the 13th: The Game?

Friday the 13th: The Game is one of the most highly-anticipated horror titles of all time. You will finally be able to take on the roll as Jason Voorhees and Camp Crystal Lake counselors. This is the game you’ve been waiting for; the chance to kill or be killed on Friday the 13th!

• Gameplay - Friday the 13th: The Game is a third-person horror, survival game where players take on the role of a teen counselor, or for the first time ever, Jason Voorhees. You and six other unlucky souls will do everything possible to escape and survive while the most well-known killer in the world tracks you down and brutally slaughters you.
How Will You Survive?

• How Will You Survive? - The entire focus of Friday the 13th: The Game is multiplayer. Survival is entirely up to you as you either stealthily hide from Jason or work together as a team to escape. Think you can take Jason on? You and the other counselors will have that chance as well. Be warned though, nothing is ever certain and no one is ever safe!
Play as Jason Voorhees!

• Play as Jason Voorhees! For the first time ever, you will have the opportunity to play as Jason Voorhees, the most famous killer in horror. Stalk your prey and ambush them whenever you see fit. Friday the 13th: The Game will include a variety of kills, new and familiar. You’ll even get to unlock various Jason incarnations from the movies as well as two entirely new designs never before seen.

• Camp Crystal Lake in All Its Glory -  Mirroring Camp Crystal Lake from the Friday the 13th series, players will try to survive in a camp ground setting. Complete with a lake, cabins, and crazed killer who won’t stop until you die a gruesome death.

• Be Kind. Rewind. - Every aspect of Friday the 13th: The Game is drawn straight from movies you know and love. We’ve carefully crafted this world to remind you of
everything you remember about Friday the 13th, right down to the visual fidelity of the 80’s. This is exactly how you remember it.

A PSA about the DCEU Batman post-BvS:

He was not going to act the way he did in BvS in his upcoming apperances.

You can yell “course-correcting!” all you want, Batman was going to go back to being more of a hero regardless of whether or not you think DC is changing its direction.

Why? Because in a narrative sense, he’s supposed to be different from how he was in BvS. From here on in, Batman won’t have the powerlessness and paranoia caused by Superman to fuel his actions; he’ll go back to being the Caped Crusader we all know and enjoy.

So whether or not his appearance in Suicide Squad is the present Batman or one in a flashback, it doesn’t matter: that’s who he was and who he was going back to being by the end of Batman v Superman.

The narrative these movies seem to be going for were never going to keep the characterization of BvS!Batman all through the rest of his apperances in the dceu. Why would they? That’s not who he was at the end of the film, why would they throw away the character arc he went through and ignore it? The Batman we see at the end is one who is going back to his old ways of doing things, ways we’ll see in Suicide Squad (presumably as a flashback) and going into the Justice League movie. The way BvS ended paved the way for a more familiar Batman to appear in future films.

So let me say it again: it’s not course correcting if that’s what his character was already going to act like.

And if it is somehow DC “course correcting”, it still makes sense based on how Bruce felt after the events of BvS. So there’s no “rewriting”, no “dropping his characterization”, no “this guy gets Batman!”. It all makes sense with what we’ve been given and what we can expect moving forward. And seeing as how Suicide Squad had already filmed the Batman cameo months before BvS was released, there’s no way they could “course correct” for anything.

It’s like people have never seen character arcs carry over from one franchise film to the next. It’s nothing new.


     On January 23, 2015, after decades of storage, the M2-F1 finally went on display in a museum. She found her new home at the Air Force Flight Test Museum on Edwards Air Force Base, California. Before that, she was stored in a hangar at NASA Armstrong Flight Research Center, only seen by the occasional tour group. I was fortunate enough to photograph her at this previous location before the big move. The first four photos show the aircraft in its former storage area. The final six photos show the aircraft on display at its new location.

     When she arrived, I had the privilege of dusting her off, working as a volunteer for the Flight Test Museum. My first job was cleaning planes at the local airport as a young teenager. At my former job, I never cleaned anything as interesting as this and nothing gave me as much pride. For a brief moment, I felt like I was part of the lifting body story. I felt a connection to the NASA engineers who volunteered their time during construction to keep costs down. Volunteers worked to restore the aircraft in the 1990’s. We all volunteer for the same, simple reason; because we care about aviation.

     The story of the lifting body research vehicle had humble beginnings, starting with the M2-F1. NASA wanted a reusable spacecraft that could glide to and land on a conventional runway once it reentered the atmosphere, rather than splashing down in the ocean directly under its point of reentry like the Mercury spacecraft of the day. Wings are vulnerable to the intense heating and structural loads of launch and reentry. Additionally, wings are heavy; it seems a shame to drag them through an entire spaceflight, sacrificing cargo weight, only to use them for a few minutes at the end of the mission. Given the right shape, the fuselage alone could create enough lift to glide to a safe landing, or so they thought.

     Before a lifting body could fly in space, NASA had to figure out how to fly it in the atmosphere. Only $30,000 of discretionary funds were allocated for the construction of the vehicle. An additional $10,000 would later be spent on a crew ejection system. The Briegleb Glider Company constructed the bird of aluminium and wood in an area nicknamed the “Wright Bicycle Shop” at El Mirage Airport. In this shop, NASA engineers and technicians volunteered their time to construct the low budget aircraft.

     Starting on March 1, 1963, the M2-F1 began flight attempts while towed behind a brand new Pontiac Catalina convertible. When the car was hot-rodded, it reached speeds of 110 mph which was fast enough to lift the M2-F1 into the air. On August 16, 1963, the aircraft would be towed aloft by a C-47. Before air tows began, the aircraft was outfitted with an ejection seat and a small solid rocket motor that could offer up to five seconds of thrust. This rocket could be fired if landing sink rate was too high just before touchdown. The system was dubbed “Instant L/D”.

     Ten individuals piloted the M2-F1 during its research program. Fred Haise and Joe Engle each had one flight towed behind the Pontiac. They both would later become astronauts and fly the Space Shuttle. Air Force test pilot Brigadier General Chuck Yeager flew the M2-F1 five times, towed by the C-47 aircraft.

     Knowledge gained in this program was applied to the design of the Space Shuttle. Although the Shuttle had wings (added for extended cross range capability), its fuselage is a lifting body. The goal of the program was to put a lifting body shape on a spacefaring vehicle and this dream was realized. Now she’ll remain at the Air Force Flight Test Museum as an example of a humble vehicle that would ultimately change the world.


So I can finally say I’ve made it. We all did. School seems to go on forever but #walangforever…. haha it was good while it lasted. Here is a photo heavy post of graduation! Read on! the actual text post kwento is below, continue breezing through the photos!

Hey there! If you’ve reached til the end of this post then cool! As I’ve promised, I’ll make a backlog post about the events that transpired from an almost 3-month hiatus. (ps. my mem card got corrupted where photos with all of my friends are, although I have selfie pics with all of them I guess it’s enough memorabilia)

Ahh, it’s still surreal. As my readers would know, I’ve set up objectives for myself to attain. Dream big they say, so if you fall short at least it’s near to where you want to be. I’m not really a studious person, I’m not the type to review frantically for quizzes and such but I do get shit done and I am passionate about learning. I do believe in having a good balance betwixt having fun and being responsible with my tasks as a student. Looking back, I’ve had a pretty amazing college life. I am so overwhelmingly blessed and I will be forever grateful for all that has been bestowed upon me by Gman while I work hard for what I want. You see, nothing is impossible. That day, everything paid off. All of the sleepless nights, the sorry-I-can’t-go-out-with-you-guys-today-I-have-to-do-something scenarios, the aching wrists as I type 1000 word essays (that got a perfect score damn #braggingrights *sheds tear*), all those nights and days of making character designs, acrylic paintings, editing videos, shooting films, going to school with no sleep, torn scripts, deadlines deadlines, deadlines. It’s not just academic work I’m submerged in, all those hosting duties, events, shoots, that I have to juggle while studying, hah, also being an entrepreneur at 18 and making my own money from my art that I’ve put so much work on. It’s tough, challenging, and amazing at the same time. Sometimes, well most of the time, I can’t really internalize my achievements and I feel like I’m just not enough. Not for the sake of fishing praises or whatever but I guess it has a lot to do with wanting to make my parents proud and happy and being the eldest daughter I had to set a standard or an example towards my younger siblings. Although my family did nothing but to support all out with my endeavors, always making sure I get to and fro school safe, (side story: I’ve been carpooled for more or less half of my college life not because I do not know how to commute but they love and care for me so much that they want me to travel safely and my gosh, I’ve no complaints it’s a big relief cos I’m always late and ang hassle mag commute whenever they’re too busy to make hatid or sundo haha), so I guess, it’s just me. I’m always in competition with myself. And during that day, I’m really happy and contented. I feel so utterly blessed and full of bliss. I have had my fair share of detractors and haters (everyone has one) but I’ve continued to focus on the positive and making myself better instead of being a hater myself. I’ve proved to myself through and through that I can do this, and I did. The people who are there for me, my family, mentors, friends, and forever-supporting readers, you have my unending thanks. The ones who have been with my adventures since I started this personal blog of mine, I guess you could see my growth and the challenges I had to hurdle to get where I am now. Yes, some may say grades do not measure your intelligence but I say, it measures your perseverance, your diskarte in multi tasking, in balancing your social life, school, family, love life (hirap mag aral tapos nag away kayo?Then I actually get a good grade on my exam. I deserve an award!!!! Char) (side story: amiga of mama: ang ganda naman ng anak mo! May boyfriend na ba??? Mama: Oo amiga: pinayagan mo? Mama: Oo, responsible si Pau eh, kahit ba may boyfriend o wala, maayos ang grades, in fact constant dean’s lister siya so no problem. BOOM AMIGA U JUST GOT BURNED) and other extra curricular tasks, I say I get good grades cos I am in love with what I do, I am passionate with the program I took up so I give it my 100% no excuses. I remember an anon way back in  2011 saying before “sabi nila maganda ka lang daw” and I just smile at the thought of it now. I believe, beauty is nothing without brains, and brains are nothing without good character.  Hah, I pardon if I am speaking well, writing, in a somewhat fragmented manner. I guess I have a lot of stories to share and to my new readers who might feel lost with what I’m talking about feel free to back read hehe. To end this post, I say, just do your thing. Be you, be a better person each day, use everything around you to be a positive force in the universe, let go of toxic people, the ones who can’t be happy for you, let them go, the ones who deserve to stay in your life will always be proud and be there for you, make mistakes, learn, we are not perfect individuals, we will never be, be true to yourself, to the people around you, sometimes it’s better to be hurt than to be the one hurting others, be patient: you are a work in progress, it’s okay to rest, YOU DON’T HAVE TO HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER, banish this image of instagram perfection, bask in the joy of knowing life first hand, go out! Go to actual mountains instead of googling them, remind people that you’re there for them, say thank you to those who have affected your life in a good way, even to those who didn’t, be thankful, for you will grow and be a better individual. Show your love to your parents, your grand parents, they won’t be around forever, as well as your siblings, they won’t be little forever. I say this now to you, at this moment, you are enough. You are worth it. Stop saying that “I’ll be happy when…” No, you don’t have to acquire things or be something so you could say you’re happy. It is within you. Celebrate the little things! Celebrate your achievements no matter how small or big it is. Work hard, stay humble. Live one day at a time, enjoy school, enjoy learning, stay inspired,everything has its own time. I’ve made it. And so will you.