just your everything

So at my college campus there is a small area on the side of a grassy hill called the meditation grove. It has two small benches, a big rock, and three trees that sprout red flowers, and it looks over most of the campus.

And MAN just sitting here listening to birds singing and people talking in the distance is so fucking relaxing. I feel like a Jedi or something. It’s awesome.

Honestly, I’ve been super obsessed with Hamilton as of late and Jamilton fanfictions seem to take over my life at this point BUT REGARDLESS this is my favorite song from the musical and so I did an animatic 

WITH THE GALL PALS!!

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

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I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

Have you ever wanted to erase the past so badly that you’d be okay with losing your memory altogether?
—  another-broken-hello
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SuperCorp + Text Posts from the Amazing SuperCorp Fandom (pt 1) 

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fandom: OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

the true beauty and the beast ‘gay moment’

  • “who needs her when you’ve got us?”
  • “it’s never going to happen ladies”
  • “I’m not done with you yet” - “me neither”
  • LeFou looking dreamy and biting his bottom lip when Gaston says “picture it LeFou (…) adorable children running around while my love rubs my tired feet”
  • LeFou’s dreamy look turning into a frown the second Gaston adds ‘but what does Belle say?”
  • the whole Gaston song
  • “LeFou you’re the best. How is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” + the Look
  • the nose boop
  • the dance with Stanley at the end

basically pretty much all the lefou scenes were gay because he’s gay af it wasn’t even subtext it was obvious and subtle at the same time goodbye

why is everyone so upset about the things that other people do with their own goddamn bodies, like let me eat this chocolate cake and cut my hair if I want to it’s not your life it’s not your choice, i’m gonna fuckinG-

don’t let him get away!! 

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he stopped laughing. No one noticed when he stopped joking. When he stopped smiling.

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he couldn’t sleep, when he paced the halls at night. The bags under his eyes.

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he stopped eating. No one said anything about the extra food left on the table. No one noticed, because it meant more of Hunk’s cooking for them.

He was the seventh wheel. So no one noticed when he started packing. When he stole a knife from Keith, a tool kit from Coran. No one noticed. He wasn’t surprised.

He was the seventh wheel. And he was gone.

And they noticed.

They noticed in the empty hangar where the pod had been. They noticed when Blue paced anxiously, growls emanating from her chest whenever someone went near. Noticed the lack of noise, the lake of laughter, the lack of life.

They noticed. But they noticed too late.

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Flowers!
Inspired by these three wonderful posts

Lord Zash: Here is my old lightsaber, a gift for you for your success.

Darth Baras: You want a lightsaber, apprentice? Go rip it off a corpse cause you’re not getting anything from me.

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titles of “the get down” - part 2 + the last train

3/9 happy miku day