just trying to figure out sai

anonymous asked:

what religion is closest to buddhism but instead of taking a vow to yourself to be all the things buddhist believe in you are vow to yourself and a "God? I really enjoy buddhism and have been trying to figure out what I believe, and i think i agree with a lot of aspects of buddhism. But i do personally believe there is a "God" and was wondering if you know of any religions I can research that have both of these things. Thank you.

Great question. You can be a Christian Buddhist, a Muslim Buddhist or an atheist Buddhist. Buddhism is not about faith or creeds. There are no beliefs that you must accept. In fact, in the Kalama Sutta, the Buddha tells us not to believe a thing just because a teacher says it or it is written in a book. Believe in that which seems right to you.

GOT7 reaction to the girls parents not really approving

Anonymous said to reactionsthatigot-7:

Reaction to the girls parents not really approving?

thanks for the request sweetie i hope you like it ^_^
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he'd definitely resist their objection right away, not in an aggressive argumentative way, but he’d want to know reasons and he’d try and talk to them about their worries. he skips the shocked stage completely.

he goes into evaluating mode, not saying much, not because theres nothing to say, but because whatever is said will be the most important words. he wants to figure them out so he knows what to say.

some how he manages to compromise with them, charming them enough to set up some ‘probation time’, but really its just a way to get him and your parents to get to know each other so he can completely win them over.

at first he tries to see their POV, but its in more of an attempt to somewhat debate with them rather than actually understand them. he can’t let go so easily so he needs to have an answer to their every question

completely and utter dread! he feels like he’s been checkmated, he know he’ll fight, but he tries his best to come up with a way were no one is offend by his behaviour/words.

it suddenly creates a heavy weight on him. he was hopping for his charms to work easily, he’s more surprised that it didn’t go how he thought it would. he calms talks it through, but still remembers the crushing feeling.

its nothing he couldn’t have predicted, and thats what makes it worse, he wants to suddenly prove that he is good enough, but with this hiccup he doesn't low where to start, stumbling over his words.

Gifs are not my own

anonymous asked:

Bruh, I am a bi girl who is new to this blog. And I just have to ask you : why do u hate so much? Why the hate? My mom says bad shit about bi people sometimes but I still love my mom because she helped raise me. People can have stupid opinions but I could Never. Hate. Them. Why the hate bruh?

one time when i was in middle school a group of cis boys caught me alone after school and surrounded me where i sat talking amongst themselves trying to figure out “what i was” and then one of them suggested he kick me in the crotch to see if his foot gets stuck and thats how theyll know

dont tell me who i can and cant fucking hate

i was just trying to figure out where the mystrade ship could have originated and now its been exposed im on marks payroll to profligate the ship and have there be more art of him kissing rupe…THE GIG IS UP

anonymous asked:

What do you have against soft blocking wow you're sensitive to get angry over something dumb like that

it’s literally explained in my byf but i get incredibly paranoid when someone i thought i was ok with cuts me off and doesn’t explain it because i feel like i’m doing something wrong and everyone knows but no one wants to tell me; at least if they block me i’ll know i did something really bad and i’ll go look over what i’ve said/reblogged recently and try to figure it out, but when i’m softblocked i have no way of knowing if i did something bad or associate with bad people or i’m annoying or otherwise repulsive or if it was just something like not sharing fandoms or aesthetics and i don’t need to change anything

also i’d say that while i am sensitive, i’m not sensitive enough to send someone anon hate for not wanting to be softblocked

Maru trying to figure out how the hell the crops are being gathered up in that weird hut the farmer built. She SAYS its Junimos, but Maru refuses to accept a non-scientific explanation. - request from @dashboardgecko


Maru was convinced that when she went to work, the Farmer went back to the farm and picked all the crops. There was no way that she spent her days mining and fishing and not picking crops. There was just too much work on the farm. How could they be making this much money and producing this much.

That night, Maru confronted the Farmer over dinner. She just had to know. “Okay, where do you keep your tractor?”

“….My what?”

“Your tractor. I looked all over the farm. I couldn’t find it. And I know it doesn’t fit in those small huts.”

“Maru, I told you, the Junimos harvest for me so I have time to go into-”

Maru dramatically sighed. “No, that doesn’t make any sense. Junimos aren’t real. We’ve been over this.”

The Farmer quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, do you wanna see?”


The Farmer led Maru outside, their path lit by the moonlight. She walked to one of the huts, and whispered into it. A baby Junimo popped out, happily cooing as the Farmer reached down to pat it’s head.

It was decidedly less happy when Maru shrieked.

@sapphicgeek: So, I want to tell you all what happened in the store today. It’s probably the single greatest moment I have ever experienced working here. After the usual Saturday rush, a teenage girl comes in. She looks absolutely terrified and when I greet her she jumped. She starts going up and down the new release wall and the poor thing looks completely overwhelmed. So, I make my way over to her and ask if I can help her find anything. She quietly admits that she was looking for Supergirl. We’re walking to the Super area when I ask if she watches the show. She smiles a bit and nods. Says Alex is her favorite. I mention that I’m a huge #Sanvers shipper and the poor thing just breaks down in tears. I’m trying to figure out what the hell I did to upset her. She’s crying and I’m freaking out. After a minute or so, everything clicks. I’m staring down a crying baby gay. One who was having some big issues. I tell her that it was hard for me when I wanted to come out too. She finally stops crying and asks me if it gets easier.  We sit at the coffee bar and talked for a while. She tells me that after seeing it all over Tumblr she binged SG. And when she got to Alex’s coming out arc was when things hit her. She tells me that she’s just wanted to kill herself for so long and that she had tried but just made herself sick. But as Alex’s arc continued she said she realized that she started to see that she could be happy, that she could be loved. She didn’t want to die anymore. For the first time, she didn’t want to die because she got to see Alex be amazing and be queer. She said she came to the store hoping to find something to get her through the hiatus, so she wouldn’t fall back in depression. She had no idea gay comic characters were a thing, but wanted to try. I tell her about Batwoman, Midnighter, and Renee Montoya. I pull out my starters which are Batwoman: Elegy, Midnighter, and Gotham Central. I also dug up a copy of the Adventures of Supergirl, just to get her through. She had enough cash for one and was torn on which to get. She decides on Batwoman and asks if I can hold the rest for a while.  I was having an internal crisis at that time, because this kid was me years ago. I was barely holding off my own tears. I ended up buying the other 3 for her and I make her promise me that in 10 years she’ll help another queer kid. So, I’m out 60 bucks and I cried in the bathroom for an hour but it was damn worth it. 
So, @TheCWSupergirl @SupergirlStaff @chy_leigh and @florianalima the work you do means so much to us. Thank you. So, so, much. 

x, x, x

The line between writing fantasy and writing science fiction gets even blurrier when you spend an hour trying to figure out what orbital mechanics are necessary to create a daily solar eclipse in a certain region of a planet without having to change its axial tilt and thus eliminate seasons as a whole just so the medieval-era people who live in said region can use the eclipse as a basic time measurement.

All because someone giving directions and saying “you’ll be there by firstmoon” sounded kinda nifty.

you can identify linguistics students by the way they stare into space with a confused expression while muttering the same sentence over and over again as they try to figure out what the syntax tree would look like.


Pages from my Moleskine 2017 Bullet Journal: Finally got around to starting my bullet journal for the upcoming year and I have to say, this is probably by far my most favorite starting page that I’ve ever made. I’m still getting the hang of using brush pens but I’m extremely satisfied with how it looks in here. 

For those trying to figure out how they want their journal to look or just want some inspo: here’s a few designing tips for you guys 

  • Have a color scheme: For the most part I’m probably gonna stay along the lines of blue and rose gold (love me some rose gold always) but you can always go to websites and search for pretty color schemes to use
  • Tumblr is one of the hugest databases and has so many beautiful inspirational quotes and pictures. Take advantage of them!! Print them out, stick some tape, and smack it into your journal. 
  • Put some memories in there: receipts, movie tickets, polaroids, little notes from friends, anything that will make you smile. 
  • Washi tape. Enough said. 

Finally, I’m probably going to start a bullet journal series for this upcoming year so that you guys can see how I set up my journal and what layout it has. I’ll be tagging them with #myplanner. I hope you enjoy!!

-Lily <3 


Quick ugly sketches trying to figure out this mess of a man that is Hanzo Shimada, boy is in his mid life crisis I just know it…….I love him.

Also some of my sketches for the Mchanzo week, I cant finish them on time because of work, so I wanted to show them to you guys as a way of saying “I did plan it, but time wasnt on my side”

I will try to get them done sometime next week, or at least try! if I cant really finish them all, I will at least have the #3 and #5 finished because they are my favs.

Day #1: already post them, their first time being that physically close to eachother.

Day #2: Domestic Life, a.k.a. them being silly and taking selfies while on the floor for some godamn reason

Day #3: Au……….Kingdom Hearts AU……dont look at me, they are both keyblade masters because I say so.

Day 4#:  Role Reversal, Attack Hanzo and Defense McCree……… Hanzo uses 2 swords and  McCree is a sniper and looks like Ana.

Day #5: Young Love…..but…how young?????  adorable kids……giving eachother flowers….

Day #6: I have nothing for this lol

Day #7: Holiday Season, which means its time for ugly sweaters…..EVEN BETTER, MATCHING UGLY SWEATERS WITH YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER!!!!!

idea: villain with illusion powers tries to pull the whole “actually bruce wayne’s parents never died and that other life was all a dream ps as long as you’re here write down all your passwords and write a huge check to this guy your parents say is your friend” thing but is unsuccessful because it is basically impossible to impersonate bruce’s parents

“when did you figure it out?? >:[”

“i’ve known this was fake from the start, this woman looks nothing like my mother. red lipstick with nude polish?? that dress doesn’t suit her coloring. i said i was deliberately leading vicki on and she didn’t try to ground me, just because i’m a grown man. that’s not how my mother pronounces the word yeti. and this guy! he’s not tall enough to be my father. he hasn’t tried to pick me up even once. and neither of these people has had an uncomfortably flirtatious conversation with the butler in the last six hours. you fool. you imbecile. how could you possibly have thought that this would work.”

La Dispute // Andria

You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why
So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen,
trying to figure out what my head thinks,
but my head just ain’t what it used to be.
And then again, what’s the point anyway?
I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony
to see if you could see me - hidden quietly away
And I remember the skin of your fingers,
The spot three quarters up I’d always touch when I was out of things to say.
You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand.
I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear,
that not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand,
And I remember how you smiled through the smoke
in a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and,
how we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
and I bet if I had to do it all again, I’d feel the same pain,
And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.
How I wept to god in fits. I’ve hated airports ever since.
It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain.
And every single day I feel it fade away, but -
I still remember how the distance tricked us,
and lead us helpless by the wrist into a pit to be devoured.
I still remember how we held so strong to this,
though we had never really settled on a way out.
I still remember the silence, and how we’d always find a way
to turn and run to our mistakes.
I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again.
My dear, I hear your voice in mine.
I’ve been alone here, I’ve been afraid, my dear.
I’ve been at home here. You’ve been away for years. I’ve been alone.
I breathed your name into the air; I etched your name into me.
I felt my anger swelling; I swam into its sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear.
So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end.

I was talking to my mum once about why she thought homosexuality was wrong/a choice and she told me that it was partially because the bible says that “confusion comes from the devil” and that whenever she heard LGBTQ people talk about their experiences with figuring their sexuality out, they said they were confused at some point. 

At the time, I didn’t know what to say to that. I had only recently come out to her, and I was still trying to find the best way to explain everything. But now I realize just how fucked up that statement is, because the confusion doesn’t come from liking someone of the same gender, it comes from adults demonizing that attraction. 

If a kid grows up in a household where being gay/bi/pan/etc. is normalized, then if they ever feel attracted to the same gender, or more than one gender, there isn’t any reason to be confused, because they haven’t been told that it is wrong. When I figured out that I liked both boys and girls, I was confused because I had been lead to believe that only one of those attractions was valid and that I wasn’t supposed to feel the other one. And when the feelings wouldn’t go away, I felt lost because it was supposed to be a choice. 

LGBTQ kids feeling confused has nothing to do with the devil, it has to do with society telling us that who we are is a mistake and that our feelings are possible to ignore/avoid.

After accepting a mission to figure out who in the party may have betrayed our team and sabotaged the wheels of our caravan:

Our DM: the leader of the caravan gives you the double pistols. 
Goliath Ranger: I give him the finger pistols back. I mean, I’m confused why we’re doing it, but I assume that’s just how people say ‘goodbye’ now.
DM: He’s loving it. Just…absolutely loving that someone, after all these years, is finally doing it back. He looks close to tears
Genasi Fighter: Can I dab in the background?
DM: (trying not to laugh) You know what? Fine. But I’m going to need you to roll a history check to see if you know what a dab is

(The Genasi fighter rolled a Nat 20. A successful dab ensued.)

DM: The worst part of this is no one else but you will ever know what just happened. Forbidden Knowledge. 
Cleric: (whispering to another NPC) I swear I don’t know these guys.

second attempt lmao.

SO, I noticed some people complaining about STUBBY ZORA LEGS, and how ridiculous they look / how hard they are to draw. I’ve also noticed that a lot of people saying this, in general, are doing so because there’s an artistic habit of trying to stick them onto normal human proportions.

…Which of course, would look ridiculous. Here’s a rough breakdown of why! This was a character study exercise to figure out “Sidon’s Leg Problem” for my own needs, but I’m posting it just in case anyone else finds it useful! Nearly all the Zora models in-game follow this, more or less. They’re just smaller.

This isn’t meant to be ASS-CHEWINGLY exact, but it’s close enough?