me-at-all-times-actually

anonymous asked:

How did you start liking bttf and/or mjf?

my mom was like (to twelve yr old me) u LITERALLY HAVENT SEEN ANY OLD MOVIES and i was like (without seeing any old movies) yeah bc they are AWFUL and OLD and my mom was like ok.. no… and forced me to watch bttf and then mjf lifted up his glasses after literally being knocked out of the air and i was immediately catapulted straight into 80s hell where i fell in love with mjf and im pretty sure like the next night i hid in my room and watched the secret of my success and then i watched the rest of mjfs filmography and tried to hide it from my entire family for like a year but everyone found out and roasted the hell out of me for it so… lol its been a long road anon

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.

………………………..wholesome

  • the neurotypicals: sweetie...bottling up your feelings is so unhealthy...you have to be in touch with your emotions instead of burying them...you have to communicate how you're feeling or else you'll never get over it...Don't Let Life Shut You Up :)
  • me: *has a meltdown in public*
  • the neurotypicals: ... no...not like that
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Working Title: Kuroo “Common Sense” Tetsurou leaves for one second and Stuff Happens

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Quick confession: he leaves me breathless and renders me speechless all the time

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Did you know? If you catch a falling maple leaf, you’ll fall in love with the person you’re walking with.

My skills are
1: getting obsessed with a blog/person over night and devoting my life to them.
2: Trying to write stories about said person and failing.
3: Wanting to be friends with person who runs the blog but is sure they will not like me.
4: letting my anxiety fuck with me even though I’m on the internet.

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

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Oh boy. I finished this thing in a day, but I procrastinated posting it for another three days after realizing a lot of errors in the format of the comic rip but im lazy af so i never even fixed them ahh. As for the other comic I was working on: every new chapter released reveals another logical flaw in the comic. I think I’ll wait till the companion fic starts to really fix up that comic orz :’( 

This is for chapter 12 in the fic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by @kazliin

anyone: calls out army for being rude

army: wow stop being such an attention whore 

army: lol look how pathetic they are. Go get a life bitch 

army: look at this hoe tryna use bts to help make their irrelevant faves noticed 

army: look at them giving attention to our boys. #stankings#stanbts 

army: WHY ARE YOU TAINTING THE BTS RELATED TAG WITH THIS BULLSHIT?

army: exo l’s are way worse than this. Stop tryna act all innocent 

army: no one cares about your stupid ass opinion. Just shut the fuck up already 

army: STOP GENERALIZING THE WHOLE FANDOM WHEN ONLY 5% OF THE FANDOM IS BAD 

army: MOVE THE FUCK ON AND GET A LIFE. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR OPINION!! 

army: how to deactivate? 

army: fake bitch trying to start drama 

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TRYING NEW TABLET AND SKETCHING REAL QUICK

Stupid

This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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