me too hannah

You’re going to search for me in every person that crosses your path. You are going to look for these exact muddy brown eyes rolling when I laughed obnoxiously at the sheer idiocy of words that made no sense to your ears. You’re going to listen for my whisper in the quiet of the wind. You’re going to feel for my touch every time you feel alone with no one to comfort you like I did. And let me tell you this: You are never going to find me.

   Tape 2, Side B » We’re always watching someone. Following someone. And being followed. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram they’ve made us a society of stalkers. And we love it. Of course, stalking someone in real life is a whole ‘nother thing. That’s right. I had a stalker. And if you’ve made it to A-4, you’re outside his window. Just like I am right now.

But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.
—  Jeremiah 17:7-8 (NIV)

heyooooo i love seeing everyone’s character designs/concepts for kh3 kairi so i thought it’d be fun to do my own take on her in an art style i’ll probably never use again 8D shoutout to @kh-luver for all her advice on anatomy and fashion!!

in my idea of a perfect world, kairi wouldn’t even be associated with the color pink haha. and since the color scheme i did want resembled my favorite evolution of the starlight keyblade, i decided to go ahead and give her that too! incidentally, the star motif came before that decision, but it all came together rather well, i think ^—^

oh and uh #BringBackKairisChoker


Futurama Appreciation Week

Day one, favorite character:  Bender Bending Rodriguez

Sorry, buddy. I too know what it’s like to have a dream I’ll never achieve.

fangirlandtheories  asked:

hey Hannah! I was wondering if you'd write something where the team makes Ezekiel feel insecure but no one else notices, except Flynn who notices that he's lacking his usual fervor and tries to talk to him about it. Ezekiel thinks he's just making fun of him and sort of shuts down, making Flynn realize how often Ezekiel has been hurt in his life. Thanks so much love!

Hello! Thank you so much for gracing my little inbox with your wonderful presence <3

This one was really fun to write, especially because it let me jump into a little depth for these characters. I really hope you enjoy!!

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hannahjb  asked:

Kiwi and mango 🌺🌺🌺

Mango: what is your trademark
last summer a women told my grandmother she saw a young girl walking barefoot on the roof and my grandmother immediately knew it was me 

Kiwi: What fascinates you? 
Ancient empires, lost cities, the forgotten and ignored past of colonized nations, folklore and fairytales from around the world, ancient female ties to empowering goddesses, spells, Marion apparitions, the power of ancestral memory, my ethnic heritage  

flntwood  asked:

deamus + "where were you"

“Where were you?!” The mixture of anger and relief snaked through Dean’s hiss as he ran up to face Seamus at the entrance of the Great Hall. 

The Battle of Hogwarts was echoing around them, the sounds of hexes, curses and cries filling the air as the two sides fought feverishly for victory; Dean’s only concern was Seamus, from their first day he only cared for Seamus. 

“I got blocked by some of them, Padma needed some-” Dean washed out Seamus’ justification by flinging his arms around his neck, isolating the two of them to their own bubble despite the chaos flashing by just outside. 

“I thought you were dead,” Dean mumbled, words lost as he spoke into the comfort of Seamus’ jacket, “I thought I’d lost you.”

Seamus shook his head, mimicking Dean’s tight grip as to melt them together, not a single millimetre between them, “you’re never going to lose me.”

there was a different
version of ‘me' 
every two seasons:
a me who hated and fighted,
a me who destroyed herself,
a me who screams and bites,
a me that was happy and cried,
a me that wanted him and her,
a me that got everyone away
and me, I couldn’t keep any.
there was you.
knocking at my door,
stealing my fries and walking me home,
defending me in the streets
and calling me colors, all sky, yours, loved.
in the end, 
you saved a 'me’ i missed having my whole life.
—  you chose me, over the princess of your tale, you chose the dragon. nc.