junk world

It’s been a rough few days, my head was cluttered and my emotions were at an all time high. I felt really paranoid and sad, and crazy, and it’s starting to go away.


journal page 82-83/?
I love virginia woolf and I truly believe shes one of the greatest women to have ever lived but having 2 almost starve cuz I spent all my money on an overpriced penguin edition of The Waves and being pressured to read it in a couple of days on top of having to give a presentation on the use of the stream of consciousness is a reaally big turn off


journal page 79-81/?
I really want to get into film &study more but I feel like it’s not for me in the sense that there are so many ppl that are really good and know what they are doing and then theres me whos seen like 2films and looks down on ppl who havent seen pulp fiction and is obsessed with anything that looks beautiful& pretentious& sometimes snobby

Sailor Saturn is fed up with your CRAP and has gone “Punk.”
Cosplay : Punk Sailor Saturn
Cosplayer : @kishnak
Cosplay : Punk Sailor Saturn
Photographer : Sean Marquantte Photography

mini moleskine 27/?
I havent journaled in weeks I think and my thoughts are killing me but I have like 0free time cuz im spending most of it in bed procrastinating a paper on woolf’s the waves thats due in like 2days

This is some fluffy cuddly friend stuff for @varenneoraven <3


“I hear you’ve been feelin’ down, Y/n,” Prompto’s voice said through the phone. His tone was concerned.  You could practically hear the frown in his voice.

It had been a while since you had seen any of the guys – they were out on another camping trip and your work schedule made it impossible to hang out with them.  Prompto and Ignis tended to be the ones that kept in touch with you the most. Without your closest friends around, loneliness set in.

Prompto’s voice sounded muffled while he covered the receiver and said something to you could only guess was Ignis,  and after a few seconds of noise that sounded like they were shuffling around, Ignis’ voice filled your ears.

“We’re actually back in the Crown City if you would like for us to drop by and visit, Y/n.”

The thought brought a smile to your lips and you leaned against the door frame to your bedroom. The entire room was in disarray. You had been spending more time cooped up in there than you wanted to admit.

“Do you got emergency provisions?”

He chuckled. “Of course. Prompto will be supplying the games –“ his voice cut out when the blonde shouted, loud enough for you to hear a list of video games he had for the three of you to play before Ignis took over again. “I’ll take care of the food, Y/n. We’ll let you know when we’re at your building.”

“Thanks, Iggs.”

An hour or so later, the doorbell buzzed. Prompto swung the front door open the instant you yelled that they could come in, and he held it for Ignis, who carried armfuls of grocery bags. It had to be every possible comfort junk food in the world, which wasn’t surprising. He may know how to cook a thousand better things, but even Specs liked to indulge. He set the bags on the counter, all but one, which he unloaded and put in the freezer so the ice cream wouldn’t melt.

Prompto beelined for you after shutting the door and dropping his bag of video games on the floor. He swept you up into the warmest hug he could muster, lifting you an inch or two off the ground to give you a little twirl as well. You couldn’t help grinning when he carefully set you back on the floor, and he held you at arm’s length to get a good look at your face. There was that sweet, lopsided grin of his.

Therrre’s that smile I like seein’,” he noted with an affirmative nod. “It’s too bad you couldn’t come along with us! Have you been sleeping well? Work going good?”

“Pretty much all I’ve been doing when I haven’t been working…” you shrugged. “Work’s a slog, as usual.”

The blonde frowned, and when you cast a sidelong glance at Ignis in the kitchen, you noticed a concerned frown tug at his lips as well.

“Company would definitely do you some good, Y/n. Looks like you’re stuck with us tonight.”

Prompto pumped his fist in the air. “Hell yeah, I love sleepovers!” he hurried to the living room after retrieving his bag and immediately started hooking up all of his consoles to your TV.

“I brought some old Mario Parties. The good ones,” he called to you while you headed to the kitchen to join Ignis. “I got some Resident Evil for if you wanna get spooked,  I’ve got PT still, Yakuza 4, a couple of Zeldas… Smash. We’re so playing Smash. Have you seen Iggy’s Samus? It kicks ass.”

Ignis grinned when you accompanied him. He already had nearly every bowl in your kitchen filled to the brim with junk food. Popcorn was popping in the microwave. He opted for carbonated fruit juice instead of pop, which sounded good. You grabbed a bottle and popped the top off, then took a drink. Clemetine-flavored, and sour. He snickered when you scrunched your nose, and like Prompto, he pulled you into a warm hug after you set the bottle down on the counter.

“If I had a means to get you some free time to breathe a bit, I would, Y/n,” he said, smoothing your hair with his gloved hand. “If you want to talk about anything, you have my ear.”

Your eyes met for a moment and he smiled warmly at you, then turned to grab a few of the bowls in his hands and make his way to the coffee table in front of the couch to set them down. Mirroring him with some of the other bowls of snacks, you followed.

Prompto knew where you kept all of the blankets and pillows in your closet, so it wasn’t surprising to find him already piling them up on the couch, then flitting around the room to dim lights and double check that everything was plugged into the right outlets. He handed a controller to Ignis, one to you, and set the other one in his lap once you and Specs had sat down.

The intro for an earlier Smash game played on the screen, and the three of you got to work selecting characters.

After a few rounds, (Prom and you against Ignis and the AI) Prompto and you just stared, dumbfounded at Ignis. How in the world did he get that good?

“I believe that was called a wombo combo,” he said, grinning.

“You’re such a shit, Specs.” Prompto raked a hand through his hair and got up to change games.

“A good one,” he countered, leaning over to grab a handful of popcorn. He tossed a piece at you and you caught it in your mouth, then copied him with a handful of M&Ms.

The night went on with the three of you playing different games, huddled together on the couch with blankets covering you. Prompto and you screamed the most when Ignis booted up RE7 and took the reigns.


Prompto had his head under the blanket at one point, but the dim glow of his cellphone gave away that he was playing King’s Knight in effort to calm his nerves. A tuft of blonde hair peeked out from the blanket, along with the occasional glimpse of his bright blue eyes to see what Ignis was doing.

You considered joining Prompto under the blanket, but watching Ignis play was simultaneously terrifying and fascinating. After the first few scares and deaths he just calmly walked through the game, stopping strategically in places right before triggering a monster spawn or something. It definitely took some of the edge off.

“See, look,” he’d explain, swiveling the camera around a little bit. “Right when I touch that floorboard, Jack’s going to show up again.”

And sure enough, Jack bursts through the wall.

Prompto on the controls for Yakuza was a blast. Ignis egged him on by asking him if he was the Dragon of Dojima yet and the blonde was beyond hyped. The revelations when he played as Akiyama had the three of you laughing to the point of tears.


Eventually it was your turn to control a game – MGSV, and the three of you sang “The Man Who Sold the World” at the top of your lungs, all terribly off-key.

Prompto had never played, but Ignis was familiar with the game and kept his mouth shut about what was going on in the story. He occasionally shot you a knowing look, while playing dumb with every single question Prompto asked.

“Do you think Quiet’s like a plant or something? Like a really smart plant lady…”

“I don’t know, Prom,” he replied with a shrug.

“WHA—SHE JUST – She can just do that? Like - like she’s Reptile, right? She’s basically a sniper Reptile plant lady.”

You giggled. “…I mean…Sure? That’d honestly be pretty rad.”

“That would be the RADDEST.”

As the snacks dwindled and the three of you grew exhausted from staring at the TV screen, you all began to doze off, one by one. Ignis nodded off first, an arm draped around your shoulder. You reached up to carefully remove his glasses and set them in the middle of the coffee table, and about jumped with surprise at the weight of Prompto’s head falling into your lap. He was snoring. You grinned and snuggled into the blankets and your two friends.

Sleep eventually took you, and it was the soundest, most comfortable sleep you had ever had in a while.

World Autism Awareness Day

Apparently that’s a thing! Didn’t even know until I saw it on the news.

Did you know I have high-functioning autism? What does that mean for me? Honestly, not a huge amount! It did mean it took me a while to find my place in society, but in adulthood, it means I have the ability to have immense focus on anything that I deem interesting, (drawing, etc.) the freedom to not let society’s ideas of normal bog me down in my life’s endeavors, and occasionally take things hilariously literally. 

I tend to not use facial expressions too communicate much, which means I constantly gesture with my hands! This leads to some very animated conversations with people. Perhaps that’s why I found animation such a passion.

MYTH: Autistic people don’t feel emotion. False. Autistic people seem emotionless because they don’t communicate it as well. There is argument in some circles that autistic people have so much emotion, they have difficulty handling it, which can lead to meltdowns.

Above: My also high-functioning autistic fiance. We are both very much in love!

Other things: Sensitivity to stimuli. I HATE sounds. As I can’t drown sounds out, or filter information out, I can get overloaded. I basically always have white noise running when I’m at work/at the ready on the bus.

Co-morbidity. With autism comes other things, sometimes. OCD, ADHD, and many other things. Personally I have Tourette’s, too, which leads to me often sounding like a pigeon when I least need it. And winking. When I really don’t need that either.

Autism, hey. It’s a thing!

At one point during the luncheon, one of the women turned to me at the table and asked me if I was still in high school. 

Ma’am, I haven’t been in high school for three years and you just heard me talk about college. I’m also much taller than my mother who is sitting next to me and I had thought I was dressed age appropriately. Please. 

mini moleskine 21/?
toilets @uni are weird af cuz u cant help overhearing convos like today I was washing my hands and this girl rushed in and almost pushed me over and was shouting at her friend and was like ‘how dare she look at me for that long? what is she ? a lesbian™?’ and I was like girl chill wtf cant ppl look at other ppl ??? plus ure not even that cute y would that poor girl wanna work her gay magic on u .chill or the Gays will come 4u. I swear white straight girls that get offended if another girl looks/smiles at them is y this world is this fucked up

theories? on MY blog??

Okay, so remember that ask about how Luigi is buddy-buddy with his ex-minion pals? I’ve gotten a handful of reminders from both anons and actual users telling me that Luigi wasn’t conscious during his time as a villain and therefore would not remember his time in the castle. That’s cool, you can believe that if you want! But I just can’t agree.

Here’s what bugs me about Mr. L:

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Diabolik Lovers: Apocalypse AU

Words: 523.

Anime: Diabolik Lovers

Character(s): Sakamaki brothers.

Request: How would Sakamaki brothers be in an apocalypse?(a zombie, or any other kind of apocalypse) like, what would they do, would they help humans and yea something like that?

Shu- Shu hates effort so even the thought of an apocalypse is simply annoying. However, if the situation were to occur he would probably find himself lazing about in the woods, sending lazy comments to his brothers that would actually save their lives. “Laito, you know zombies cannot be killed by cutting them in half.” “Is that chicken not cooked yet? Hmmm seems not, no use in eating it yet then.” He also wouldn’t be against helping humans but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do so.

Reiji- We all know this vampire would be the leader, like Rick Grimes season 1 type leader. He would be meticulous and precise when going on resource runs and when he gave an order he expected it to be done just as he commanded lest they all die painfully. He would have everything organised and even keeps an inventory. He’s the man who keeps everyone alive simply by being observant. Reiji would only “help” humans if he thought he would be able to lead them but if they were weak or of no use to him then he would stay as far away as possible.

Ayato- He would be in charge of the weapons. He would know every gun and knife and who they were assigned to. He would make sure they were operational and that they had enough ammo. He would often look for bullets and knife sharpeners when on runs and even gun powder. If explosives were needed, he would stay up through the night to make sure it was stable enough for them to transport and use. He would be proud of his job and his weapons. Ayato would help humans where he could, making deals and even teaching them how to find the good weapons from the bad and also how to make weapons.

Laito- He would be the guy who aims to find more people to join him and his brothers. If they found another person he would be so happy and transform into his flirtatious self. He would try and convince Reiji to let them at least stay the night and if they were of use he would be especially insistent. Reiji normally doubted his intentions but all Laito really wanted was company, a distraction, something that took his thought away from the hell he was living in. Laito definitely would help humans. He would help them simply to feel good about himself or for a few moments of their time afterwards. He would try and recruit them of course.

Kanato- This brother is a hoarder. If he found something remotely interesting he would have to have it. His corner of the camp is full of random junk left from the world before. However, it was the children’s toys that were covered in blood or dirt that he kept close to his sleeping bag. He always went on the runs no matter what was required; he needed to know that there were new things to find, he needed to be the one to find them lest he go completely crazy staring at the same things over and over again. He would avoid all humans, stealing their stuff in the rare moment he was near them.

Subaru- He constantly wants to fight everyone and everything. He was often angry when new people turned up in their camp, and kept to himself and his brothers. If you were looking for him he could be found manning the boarders or taking his anger out on some poor unsuspecting tree. He hated that this was their reality now but he made sure he was strong enough and angry enough for his brothers so he could protect each and every one of them. Subaru is angry at everything so if he and the humans had a mutual enemy then you bets be sure that the white-haired vamp would help them.