its totally the second

out of all the aspects of millennial-bashing, i think the one that most confuses me is the “millennials all got trophies as a kid, so now they’re all self-centered narcissists” theory

like– kids are pretty smart, y'all. they can see that every kid on the team gets a trophy and is told they did a good job; they can also see that not every kid on the team deserves a trophy, and not everyone did do a good job

the logical conclusion to draw from this is not “i’m great and i deserve praise”– it’s “no matter how mediocre i am, people will still praise me to make me feel better, so i can’t trust any compliments or accolades i receive”

this is not a recipe for overconfidence and narcissism. it is a recipe for constant self-guessing, low self-esteem, and a distrust of one’s own abilities and skills.

where did this whole “ugh millennials think their so-so work is super great” thing even come from it is a goddamn mystery

6

Caejose Week 2016
Day 7 - Growing Old

you guys remember that Howl’s Moving Castle au i did last september? well its back

anonymous asked:

keith: shiro he totally looked at me for 45 seconds straight, usually it's only for 37 seconds it mean he likes me back right??? right?!?! shiro are u listening to me i think i made a breakthrough

keith: shiro would you say the inflection in his voice wavered ever so slightly when he said ‘samurai’ or am i just imagining it? here lemme play the clip again. listen closely, i need you to focus.

shiro: you are an awful brother. you know you’re killing me. you’re killing your brother, keith.

anyone else think pirate radio was like the turning point for amity park teens regarding their attitude towards ghosts?

in the prior episode the casper high students were still p freaked out by the giant ghost mosquito (and who could blame them) but the regular ghost attacks after pirate radio shows a mostly diminished reaction from the students. for the most part, they’re more annoyed and inconvenienced than terrified of overt and aggressive ghosts.

maybe by this point the attacks are so common that they normalized it to their daily lives. or they realized that ghosts can be defeated - by them or by Phantom. maybe ghosts fell from “immortal, unstoppable sources of misfortune and destruction” to “fallible, random nuisance” in the eyes of the teens.

maybe jumpsuits weren’t the only thing that the pirate radio rescue team took home with them. maybe there’s a bunch of casper high students armed with fentonworks weapons, ready and waiting.

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So is anyone gonna color these linearts or do I really have to do it myself

Easy

pairing: michael x reader

word count: 1,685

this is super super super angsty so beware


Your head was in your hands, apathetic towards the little streams of stale tears lying under your eyes. He sat across the room, staring off into space as fraught breaths passed his lips. Lifting your head, noticing how much of a struggle the simple act instantly became, you looked over at him and sighed. “Nobody said it would be easy.”

“Nobody said it would be this hard, either.” He retorted, continuing to stare into thin air. His eyes were glossed over, with dark bags hanging underneath them indicating the lack of sleep he’s gotten recently. “It’s not supposed to be this hard.”

Shaking your head, you pushed yourself forcefully away from the table, walking over to the large window and staring out of it in thought. You looked at all the windows of the building across the street, how few of them were lit up with families all congregating at the dinner table and sharing joyous conversation. You wished that was you. “I guess other people just get lucky.”

Your comment really hurt Michael, causing him to shut his eyes tightly to keep the tears from spilling out. He sucked in a curt breath at the sentence and trembled. “Please don’t say that.”

“Well what do you want me to say, Michael?” You asked tiredly, turning around to face him, but he didn’t look at you. “Are you too scared to even look at me anymore?”

“I’m just confused.” He said, finally succumbing to the pressure and tearing his eyes open, showing off his eyes that were once bright and full of life, but were now dull and sad. “Love isn’t supposed to feel like this.”

“What does it feel like to you?” You questioned, intrigued by his statement.

Biting on his bottom lip and darting his eyes away just for a single second, he exhaled. “It feels…confining. I feel guilty.”

Your heart quaked. “Why?” 

“Because…” He trailed off, blinking slowly as if to stall. “It feels forced, now.”

The tension in the room quickly built up behind his confession, leaving you heartbroken and helpless. It wasn’t much of a difference from the past few months, though. The stress on your relationship was at an all-time-high and you two fought more than anything. He was controlling, and you were demanding. 

“You don’t feel anything towards me anymore, do you?” 

Slowly, he shook his head. “Just regret.”

You choked on a breath, the tears welling up again and you brought a hand up to your mouth, astonished at the situation you were in at the moment. “So…so that means you regret everything?” You managed to ask, after wiping away the tears. 

“Love, don’t think this isn’t hard on me either, because it is.” He said, immediately pushing himself off the couch and walking over to you, placing his hands on the sides of your arms. “This is hell for me to go through.”

“If this is hell for you then what am I feeling?” You asked rhetorically. “Michael, we have a child together, you can’t just sit here and tell me you regret her.”

“Of course I don’t, love. No, no, no.” He said, shaking his head. “I just…it’s more me, I guess. I know I’m not cut out for this whole ‘love’ bullshit. I thought I was, but I’m not. I’ve been in so many relationships, Y/N, and I really did think that I loved you because I felt different around you. But…something happened…and that excitement and joy I so desperately craved from the idea of love just never materialized for me.”

“What did I do wrong, then?” You asked, crying harder.

“Nothing at all.” He said, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. “Us together just don’t mix, can’t you tell? We fight more than we love, Y/N. Constantly at each other’s throats, and for what? What is there to gain in being together?”

You shook your head, forced to face the fact. “There’s no love anymore.”

“Maybe for you, there’s still some in you. But not for me.” He said, shutting his eyes in shame. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Pulling yourself away from him, you ran your shaking hands through your hair. “What about Lucia?”

Michael shrugged his shoulders, running his hand along his stubble-covered jaw. “I don’t know…I just don’t know anymore.”

“That isn’t a real answer, Michael!” You exclaimed, becoming agitated. “That can’t just be your answer for everything. She’s just as much your responsibility as she is mine; you can’t just walk away from her.”

“She wouldn’t even remember me. She’s far too young.”

“Are you suggesting you walk out of her life…forever?” You asked in bewilderment. “You can’t be serious right now.”

“I told you, Y/N. I feel so confined right now and staying here wouldn’t help at all.” He told you, so quiet you could barely hear him. It was as if he wished you didn’t hear; he felt so ashamed, but he couldn’t help it–it was the truth.

But you wouldn’t accept it. Everything he’s told you in the past, how he’s made you feel, what he’s given to you…all of that was just pried from your hands, without hope of coming back, it seemed. 

You sniffled, composing yourself slightly, and looked towards Michael with distaste. “Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“Y/N…” He sighed in defeat, becoming worked up again as a new wave of fresh tears overcame him. 

“It just sucks, to sit here and think that this guy you gave everything to would stay by your side no matter what…but then he just changes his mind.” You bitterly told him. “Leave it to the guy that claimed to be infatuated with every sense of my being at the beginning of this relationship to end up hurting me more than anyone else.”

“Please love, don’t–”

“Don’t what? Don’t put the blame on you? Don’t ‘guilt trip’ you?” You asked, approaching him with heavy feet and eyes lit with passion. “You’re pathetic, Michael.”

“I’m sorry, but–”

At that moment, you were cut off by the cries of your 3 month old baby in the other room. Both of your heads whipped around in that direction, and you glared back at Michael as you walked into her room silently. Seeing Lucia always made you happy; she was such a beautiful little girl, with these amazingly charming, big brown eyes. But in the heat of the moment, you looked at her and couldn’t help but feel guilty, as if the stress on yours and Michael’s relationship was your fault, and now you had the challenge of raising a kid thrown on top of everything. 

You carefully picked her up out of her crib, propping her on your hip and placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Hey Lucy baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, trying to calm her down from the fit she was having. “Everything’s going to be alright.” You tried to believe yourself, but it was impossible. It was then you knew it wasn’t because she needed a changing, nor that she was hungry; because, after a moment of silence where you and Michael weren’t fighting, she was completely relaxed against your shoulder, grasping onto you with her tiny fingers. 

Michael appeared in the doorway, wiping his eyes as he walked up to both of you. You noticed, turning your back on him and taking a seat in the rocker near the window, as if protecting her from him. “What do you want?”

He shrugged, looking down at Lucia in your arms and gesturing towards her. “For you and her to be happy.”

Your face went numb, eyes fluttering closed for a second and your hand subconsciously cradling Lucia’s head. “And what do you think will make us happy?”

“For me to leave.” He whispered. 

Shaking your head, you ignored the tear falling from your eye. “That’s not what I want, Michael.”

“Then what do you want?”

“Can’t you just fall back in love with me?” You told him, trying to be quiet and not wake Lucia. She started to stir in your arms, and you stood up to place her back in her crib.

“It’s not that easy, love.” Midway through your task, Michael came up to watch, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sleeping little girl lying fast asleep. He looked up at you, both of your tired eyes connecting with his. 

“No one said it was easy.” You told him truthfully. “Nothing in life is easy.”

“Then I want to make you happy. And her happy.” He said, running his hand up and down your back. 

“You can’t keep telling me all these vague plans, Michael. Are you going to stay here and try to work things out, or are you going to just give up this easy?” You asked wretchedly. Please fight for us, you thought. Please stay.

He nodded to himself, making up his mind and affirming that what he chose was the right thing to do. “I’ll try. I can try.”

From that, it was all you needed to break down once again, although this time he was here to console you. You could feel his little tear droplets fall onto the back of your neck, as your own transferred onto the material of his jumper. For the first time tonight, you felt the slightest bit of relief–happiness, even. You loved Michael, truly, and to have him this close to leaving you and your daughter was like you staring the end of the world right in the eye, unable to save yourself. 

When he mumbled “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve anything I’ve done to you tonight,” you felt the conviction; you knew it came from his heart. You knew he genuinely meant it.

It wouldn’t be easy, but you would all be okay. One day.

Happy Valentine’s Day! (part 1)

A/N: THIS IS SO LAST MINUTE. And it’s incomplete. I’m sorry. But it will be completed hopefully tomorrow! Alright, I’ll stop now :)

Nico sat alone at the Hades table for dinner in the Pavilion. Usually Will sat with him or he went to the Apollo table, but Will was working at the infirmary tonight. As Nico picked at his food, his mind drifted from thought to thought, eventually drifting to how much he missed the son of Apollo.

Wait, Nico suddenly jerked, I miss him?

Oh, right, well I guess that does come with dating someone. Nico still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He was dating Will Solace, child of the sun god. Him, the son of Hades – the creepy, weird, dark Prince of the Underworld was dating the happy, peppy son of Apollo. It sounded strange, but seeing them together, actually looking at them, they couldn’t look any more perfect. It was a recent development, though they had been inseparable since the war and Nico’s mandated 3 days in the infirmary. They basically flirted with each other and were a giant blushing mess until Piper had a serious talk with Nico while Jason and Percy teased and pushed Will to ask Nico out. Eventually it happened after lots of blushing and flustered stuttering, but the moment his friends burst into applause and cheers, Nico grabbed Will’s hand and shadow-traveled them both out of there.

A small smile tugged at Nico’s lips as he remembered how angry Will had been after that, and then how he ended up falling asleep next to Nico in his cabin.

“NICO!”

The shout ripped Nico from his memories back to the present. Jason and Percy slid into the seats across from Nico and he, out of habit, scowled at them, asking, “What do you idiots want?”

“Is that any way to speak to your big bros? Tsk, tsk, Nico, have more respect.” Percy’s shit-eating grin earned Nico’s Death Glare™.

“Shut up, Perce. Anyway, we came to ask what you’re doing tomorrow? What are your plans for you and Will?” Jason looked genuinely interested in this, though Nico had no idea why.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Why would I have plans? And why would I tell you?”

Jason and Percy glanced worriedly at each other, then turned back and said, “Um, Neeks. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You know, day of love, typically celebrated with your significant other?”

Nico blinked at them. Then it registered. Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Only three thoughts were coming to mind as his panic rose. I have a boyfriend. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Oh shit.

His eyes widened and he nearly began hyperventilating as he said, “Oh shit that’s a thing crap what do I do??? I’ve never done this before! Does Will know? Oh of course he knows, what am I saying SHIT what do I do, I have no plans, no experience, SH—”

“Hey calm down!” Jason reached across and put his hands on Nico’s shoulders to settle him back in his seat, as he was nearly jumping out of it. “Don’t worry bro, we got you. We can help you plan something.”

“Why didn’t you guys tell me earlier?!”

“Um, well, guess we didn’t think about it,” Percy smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh, what are you guys doing?”

“Well,” Jason started, “Pipes and I are going to hang out all day. I’m taking her out to chill in the city and do whatever she wants to. For dinner, I’m taking her somewhere fancy. Then later I thought about flying her up on the roof of the Big House to stargaze.”

“Annabeth and I are going to the city too. I want her to see all the cool architecture stuff that she can never get enough of. And also so we can feel normal, you know? Later we’ll go to the beach for a walk, maybe go in the ocean since I can keep us dry, and just, you know, be a couple.” Percy said this like it was obvious that Nico knew how to “be a couple”.

“Ugh, guys I don’t know how to be couply and romantic! Give me an idea!” Nico exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Okay,” Jason said, “well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s day together. You’ve got to show him how much you like him and care about him. Make it a big deal.”

Percy smirked like he did when he had a crazy plan. “Like with fireworks! Or some big huge explosion or surprise that showers hearts and rainbows everywhere. I think Will would like a big surprise.”

“Um, that’s seems excessive? I don’t know about that.” Normally, Nico would think Percy’s a big idiot, but he really had no idea what was expected of him. Should it be big? Small? Fancy?

“Maybe you should ask Piper. She’ll know what you should do,” Jason suggested.

Nico jumped from his seat and, without a word to his “bros”, marched straight to the Aphrodite table. Piper looked up as he approached, glanced behind him at Jason, and got up to meet Nico and pull him to the side.

“You need help with Valentine’s day plans for Will?” Of course, she knew.

“Please,” was all Nico could say.

For the rest of the night, Nico sat with Piper, planning out what he would do, things he needed, every detail. He had to make it perfect for Will.

Part 2

mblay-and-company  asked:

Lesser known fact is that Guzma has an epic tattoo on his back that features a Golisopod with a background of guzmania flowers. He's super proud of it and makes sure it's moisturized twice a day. Was totally worth every second of pain to get.

OH MAN FINAlly finished THIS but ye i think it would look like this but more oriental

Thanks to @artistefish I am LIVING for InuKag once more. Like, I always am, but it’s a burning fire right now. I’m really grateful, since I’ve been lacking the passion (but never the love!) lately. I am enthralled with her 90s High school AU SO MUCH I can’t even… ahhhhh! I’m getting nostalgic for all things pre-teen me used to love, and even made a playlist of old songs I used to listen to when I was younger and there was nothing but love for Inuyasha in my heart. I didn’t have a lot of time to work on this, but I had to throw something together to express my adoration for this AU and this artist/writer that I’ve admired for so long now. 

can you believe isak who 6 months ago couldn’t look at even in the eye for more than half a second is now giving puppy eyes and smacking booty and claiming to make income to feed his boyfriend

i still can’t believe

Late night talks & cigarettes

pairing: calum x reader

word count: 1,018

i was trying to sleep just now and couldn’t get this lil entry of calum’s out of my head.. so i got to imagining things and this happened

enjoy xx


Of course, Calum wanted to spend his last night before you left to go back to university. And after watching endless movies in his hotel room together, you ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Sure, you two have cuddled before, you were best friends. Things like this weren’t that uncommon between you two, since over the years of your friendship you had gotten so comfortable around each other. But halfway through the night, you began to stir, drawing your arms closer to you in attempts to bring Calum’s torso closer to you.

One thing was wrong: Calum wasn’t there.

This realization took you a while to comprehend, for you were still half asleep, but when you sat up and blinked your eyes a few times and fully realized he wasn’t there, you began to panic–this was his hotel room. Had your embarrassing snoring kept him up, so he left to go sleep in Michael’s room next door? 

You yawned, sitting up in the bed a little straighter, when you noticed the door to the hotel room’s balcony was slightly open, catching a glimpse of Calum sitting out there.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you slowly walked over to the open door, sticking your head out. Calum was sitting, with his journal open in his lap, staring out at the night sky with a cigarette between his fingers. 

You knew you shouldn’t read his personal journal entries, but it was only 4 lines written across the top. Squinting your eyes and trying to decipher his handwriting, you finally were able to make out:

and you’ll move on
and fall in love with another brain
another soul
and i’ll still be here
waiting

The cryptic writing intrigued you, and you wanted to know what the hell it was about.

“Cal?”

Your voice spooked him, and instantly he grabbed the journal and held it so you couldn’t see the small entry written at the top of the page. “Y/N? What are you doing up so late?”

“I should be asking you that.” You said, taking a seat in another chair on the balcony. “Whatcha writing about at this time?”

“Nothing important.” He stated, shutting it.

“Oh, come on Calum. You never share anything you write in that book with me. I’m your best friend, just read me one thing.”

“No.” He stated firmly. “It’s not something you should be reading.”

“Fine.” You said, crossing your arms in front of your chest and watching as he took another drag from the cigarette. “I know what you wrote anyways.”

“You do?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You nodded. “How?”

“I’m a sly bitch.” You said, grinning wildly. “Talk to me about it. What does it mean?”

“Nothing you should know about. It’s private, you shouldn’t have read it anyways.” He told you.

You sighed. “Will you at least tell me who it’s about?”

“I’m sure she knows damn well who it’s about.”

“What if she’s a dumbass?”

“You aren’t a dumbass, Y/N.”

The second he said it, he knew he fucked up. Your eyes just widened, not knowing what to say. “It’s…it’s about me?”

He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Would it be so terrible if it was?”

“But,” You started to say, getting lost again. “I don’t get it.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, Y/N. You’re leaving in 8 hours and you won’t see me for another 9 months. You’re going to move on, figure out your life because you’re so fucking smart and actually studying to get a degree and after that you’ll get some great job and fall in love with some smart doctor and where will I be? In a studio, writing songs about you and me and more importantly how I’m going to be alone. I’ll be alone and you’ll be living your life with your doctor husband but I’ll just be waiting, Y/N. Because I’m really the dumbass that can’t gather up the courage to actually do something about this and instead of sharing my feelings towards you, I’m just going to shut my damn mouth and wait on the sidelines and hope the universe cuts into my life and changes things for me.”

You stared at him, his dark brown eyes staring right back at you, a terrified look glossing over his eyes. He was scared to see how you would react, and most likely scared of being denied. 

“You won’t be waiting, Calum.” You told him softly, reaching out and grabbing his hand. 

“Oh really, because I’m pretty sure–”

“Calum, would you shut the hell up and realize what I’m trying to say here.” He stared at you and shut his mouth, silently urging you to continue. “You won’t be waiting because I’m right here. And if you really don’t want me to leave, I won’t. I’d rather be with you because honestly, I don’t know how you didn’t see how fucking in love I am with you.”

“Y-You love me?” He asked, sitting up straighter, as if he was getting more excited.

“All the other guys know, I have no idea how you didn’t realize it sooner.” You said, a dry laugh escaping your lips. “I don’t want anyone else, Calum. Not some smart, rich doctor. I want you, the weird kid who writes songs in his free time and is secretly an extremely amazing poet, in my opinion. I really wish you would share more of what you write in this thing.” You said, taking the journal gingerly in your hands.

“Just for the record, I love you too.” He mumbled, taking another drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ash tray.

“I think that goes without saying.” You laughed.

He smiled brightly at you, his eyes looking gorgeous in the moonlight. “Y’know, if you wanna read a thing or two in here,” He said, taking the journal and flipping through the pages. “There’s this one entry from a few days ago…”