no i had nothing better to do with my time

Do you think there’s a right time for two souls who got it wrong the first time? Because life gets heavy when you least expect it, sometimes it’s better that way. And if it’s true, do you reunite as if nothing happened? No blurred lines with pure honesty. And do you see the signs that I see? Does the one who loved less at the time ever have a moment where they finally see what they had? Or is it all hope about “someday”, because it makes a better story for the paper and maybe to people. It’s painfully ironic that we pay no mind to the ones who want us, because we are chasing someone else. She always said, she could tell my soul belonged to someone else because she could see the ghost of you in my eyes.
—  s.s.

some reminders if we do get sana for s4:

  •  with all the islamophobia and xenophobia in the world at the moment (such as geert wilders, whose twitter banner literally is ‘stop islam’, being one of the leading candidates of the dutch election yesterday) a season with sana in the lead couldn’t have come at a better time tbh 
  • to people who think sana as s4 main is “rushed”: sana had a major subplot in s2, and she was involved in s3 (even if that was to a large extent to help isak’s development, sana and her religion was still important) so she’s not more rushed than any other character on the show imo 
  •  a season with sana would probably break some of the norms of the show which would be very interesting to see (for example, her backstory in s2 had to do with her family relations – how will the show solve that, when sana still lives at home?) 
  • apart from the boys, sana is probably the character who would give isak (and by extension, even) the most screen-time
  • on that note: the last season’s main is always ‘followed up’ in the next season (eva and jonas post-breakup in s2, noora coming back from london in s3)
  • RETURN OF THE GIRL SQUAD!!! 
  • sana is so wise and clever and perceptive and can you imagine how cool it would be to see a whole season from her point of view? 
  • also sana has such a tough exterior, so seeing what goes on when she lets her guard down? probably amazing and emotionally touching 
  • i know many of you want even for s4, and i get that, i really do… but whichever character julie has chosen, it’s probably with good reason, and we probably have an awesome season in store no matter what 
  • have faith in julie andem!! lord knows she’s earned it  
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True story

While I was in the car (waiting for my mom to get back from the store) I totally saw this middle-aged woman taking selfies of herself

and you could totally tell she was feelin’ it

I had nothing better to do so I kinda kept watching her thinking the whole time ‘yas babe you do you be confident own that camera yasss’

but then I got spotted

She looked so embarrassed and I felt bad because I was kinda the one creeping so I gave her a thumbs up and then we started taking selfies together while laughing and it was magical 

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ok but his bed hair must be impossible to fix

I thought I’d finish at least one thing in between studying ;w; 

someone please burn down my uni 

also:

..though her hair isn’t any better

Do you think there’s a right time for two souls who got it wrong the first time? Because life gets heavy when you least expect it, sometimes it’s better that way. And if it’s true, do you reunite as if nothing happened? No blurred lines with pure honesty. And do you see the signs that I see? Does the one who loved less at the time ever have a moment where they finally see what they had? Or is it all hope about “someday”, because it makes a better story for the paper and maybe to people. It’s painfully ironic that we pay no mind to the ones who want us, because we are chasing someone else. She always said, she could tell my soul belonged to someone else because she could see the ghost of you in my eyes.
—  s.s
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More Inktober drawings… day 6 (bottom) and 7 (top). Had to skip a day cuz of my back, so had to do these digitally (better digitally than nothing, right?). Aaaanyway, this time I drew my characters…Jarrett, who’s probably observing all the girls which I drew previous days from his point of view…and Ash and Leia. She’ll use him as a pillow anytime. Previous days you can check here and here.

So, something’s been on my mind since last night when I was driving on the highway and had nothing better to do than think about Andrew Joseph Minyard and what an amazing character he is. Andrew’s somewhat reckless when driving. And since, on a good day, he isn’t particularly interested in living or dying or doing much of anything– I can only assume that attitude carries over to when he’s behind the wheel:

(i.e. “[Andrew] pulled at the wheel, sliding the car from one lane to the other without bothering to check the traffic around him.” i.e. “’Don’t be so afraid to die.” i.e. “the car kept gliding across the four-lane road to an exit ramp.” i.e. Andrew literally getting into a car wreck to kill Tilda.) 

And Andrew’s one hell of a speeder– When he traded in his old car for his Maserati, he had to drive all the way to Alpharetta from the Fox’s Stadium. Columbia is roughly 10-20 ish? minutes away from where Andrew picked up Neil, but the drive from Columbia to Alpharetta should have taken at least 3 ½ hours, depending on traffic. Andrew made it in less than two (“They were the longest two hours of Neil’s life.”) He cut an hour and a half outta that trek. Mark me down as scared and horny, I’m incredibly impressed with this suicidal asshole and his need for speed.

But… What about the drive back to the Fox Tower? Andrew had two cars at the time– The Maserati that he and Kevin were driving, and Andrew’s old car that Neil had to drive back to the other dealership back in Greenville. Neil followed Andrew, but he said that the drive to Greenville felt shorter than the drive to Alpharetta. Which it shouldn’t have, because that trip should have only taken them about 2 ½ hours, maybe less (again, traffic, rush hour, etc., etc..)

Unless Andrew was speeding. Now, before I went through the books to check my receipts, I thought that maybe Andrew would bite the bullet and go the speed limit for Neil’s sake, let him cruise behind him at a leisurely pace. Which was a beautiful visual in and of itself. Grumpy af Andrew wanting to speed but forcing himself not to because he knew Neil was having a bad day and he should #chill. 

But no, lmao. This asshole sped like a motherfucker down the I-85, weaving in and outta traffic like the reckless bitch that he is, cutting people off left and right and letting Neil handle his own devices and try to keep the fuck up. Like… Being in a car when somebody is doing that is one thing– but trying to follow a car that’s doing that is the worst fucking thing in the world. Imagine poor Neil giving the little I’m-so-sorry-my-boyfriend-is-an-asshole wave when he passes the driver that Andrew almost made swerve off the road. Kevin being all “Jesus Christ, Andrew, will you slow down?” And Andrew ignoring him and pressing harder on the gas pedal, just to spite him and Neil.

Just.. Andrew Minyard being an asshole behind the wheel and not giving a single fuck about what you think.

25.01.17 Holiday Studying

It’s my holiday, so I’m using the blank paper method to check my knowledge before I head off into 5th year. 

We had a clinical preparedness MCQ a few weeks ago that tested everything we had learnt in the past 4 years with a pass mark of 70%, and that went well (don’t have to do it again, yay!) but I still feel like there’s more that I don’t know. 

Probably won’t get through too many because I’m still enjoying my holidays, but I’ll get through a few diseases at least, which is better than nothing! :D


MY WEEKLY STUDY TIPS

WHAT I WISH I’D KNOWN BEFORE UNIVERSITY STUDY TIPS SERIES

SEE ALSO

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*Whispers* It is finally time… TIME TO REVEAL PROJECT DARKNESS (at the least that’s what I’ve been calling the entire project in my mind). 

This a project that @uncpanda​ asked me to do and since I had nothing better to do at the time (things are getting busy at university). Basically, Lady Panda asked me if I could do some character design concepts for (YJ) Batmom/ Hell Cat, along with one more thing). 

Since there hasn’t been any specific physical details about Batmom, I took the liberty for designing a plus size ver. design as well. 

Here are some contexts:

  • Panda liked both designs for the Plus-Size version so I decided to keep both. The robe/yukata is a full yukata but is drawn like there is a missing half to it. 
  •  The main weapon that we decided on was the clawed gloves (inspired from Cheshire (from Young Justice)

Overall, this was pretty fun and educational. Also, this tested by character designing skills and I say it turned out alright :33 

SURPRISE @uncpanda! HERE’S AN EXTRA GIFT! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ Never felt so honoured that you asked me to do this project for you. It was a lot of fun! :D :33

Here’s another attempt at coloring/shading and stuff. Not the best at it but doing something is better than doing nothing right? Just like last time, it was referenced from Fighting is Magic.

Sorry I haven’t been drawing too much in a while, lost my laptop at the airport so I had to wait for it to get mailed back. Just got it back and felt like just trying out some new sketchy style brushes and stuff. Hope you like!

I once had this best friend who meant everything to me and I would’ve took a bullet for her but one day she decided she wouldn’t do the same and shut me out of her life completely. I begged her for weeks to give me one last chance even though I did nothing wrong, she finally gave in but over that time I realized that she was the reason for my pain & suffering. She started all the arguments and blamed everything on me yet I always apologized but I finally did what I needed to do what was completely shutting her out of my life, even though we were best friends for almost 5 years she was the toxic in me that I needed to get rid of and ever since that day my depression went away and I have the two greatest best friends who fully support me and care for me unconditionally even though I have trust issues from my old best friend.
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Lip was headed for the Alibi, on the lookout for a drunken Frank who’d caused some chaos just an hour before. He was less than surprised as the smell of a fresh strawberry cigarette crept up on his senses, followed by two cold and red-polished set of fingers on each of his shoulders. “Good morning, idiot,” you laughed. “Jesus Christ, you got nothing better to do than follow me?” he sighed. “Uh oh, what did Frank do now?” you questioned. He scoffed, putting a fresh cigarette in his mouth. “Well, for starters he decided to come home instead of wander the streets like a bum,” Lip replied. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked beside him. “I brought my knuckle ring with me. Wanna borrow it?” you asked. He laughed slightly at the offer. “Save it for another time,” he answered. You smiled as he used your cigarette to light his. You two were friends—sort of. You had your roller coaster traits that went together perfectly, households equally at their full occupancy rate. It was hard not to find something in each of you that wasn’t likeable in the other’s eyes, however. You played pool at the Alibi every Sunday, too, like an unspoken commitment birthed from the friendship. You followed Lip into the Alibi and then all over the rest of town, listening to him bitch about how you wouldn’t quite bugging him—you loved it. 

You stopped on the edge of town near the deserted snowy trails by the lakes at the end of Chicago. “Well fuck, where is he?” Lip growled. “…Wanna do something better?” you asked. He looked at you as you tilted your head. “Wanna crash a rich peoples’ party? We can even make-out in front of everybody to make the old people uncomfortable,” you joked. He looked around in hesitation before he replied. “Let’s make sure they can see the tongue,” he responded. You were taken aback. You were kidding…sort of. You smiled slightly, waiting for him to say he was fucking with you, but he never did. Instead, he took you by the hand and dragged you back into town. Oh, and you did more than just make-out at the party.

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Months went by. Still absolutely nothing. The police called to inform Caleb that the search had been called off and the case closed. “I’m sorry to say Mr. Greene, but with cases like these, if the missing person hasn’t been located by this time… it’s highly unlikely they are still alive. I’m very sorry, but there is just nothing more we can do.”

Caleb was shaking as he hung up the phone. He walked to the framed picture they had always kept of the two of them, that they’d had ever since they moved into their first apartment. They were teens in the photo, right around the time they’d first met. He was crying now, but he hardly noticed. It was like he couldn’t even feel anything anymore. 

“God, my Melody… You deserved so much better. I’m so sorry.”

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“Ritsu flinched, his eyes closed out of instinct at the expected violence.

When he next opened them the scene hadn’t improved but at least it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Yet. Shou’s fist was almost embedded in the ground, mere inches from Teruki’s head. Which had nothing to do with Shou’s intention and everything to do with the fact Teruki had managed to move fast enough. Teruki snarled and kicked Shou in the chest. He put enough telekinesis behind it that it sent him flying and concrete cracked on contact.”

Teruki and Shou get in a fight and Shigeo tries to make it better.

We are what we choose to be
King Richard/Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
We are what we choose to be

Richard: Well fought, Assassin! It seems God favors your cause this day.

Altaïr: God had nothing to do with it. I was the better fighter.

Richard: Ah, you may not believe in him, but it seems he believes in you. Before you go, I have a question.

Altaïr: Ask it then.

Richard: Why? Why travel all this way, risk your life a thousand times, all to kill a single man?

Altaïr: He threatened my Brothers and what we stand for.

Richard: Ah. Vengeance then.

Altaïr: No, not vengeance. Justice, that there might be peace.

Richard: This is what you fight for? Peace? Do you see the contradiction?

Altaïr: Some men cannot be reasoned with.

Richard: Like that madman, Saladin.

Altaïr: I think he’d like to see an end to this war as much as you.

Richard: So I’ve heard, but never seen.

Altaïr: Even if he doesn’t say it, it’s what the people want, Saracen and Crusader alike.

Richard: The people know not what they want. It’s why they turn to men like us.

Altaïr: Then it falls to men like you to do what is right.

Richard: Nonsense. We come into the world kicking and screaming, violent and unstable. It is what we are. We cannot help ourselves.

Altaïr: No. We are what we choose to be.

Richard: Hah! Your kind, always playing with words.

Altaïr: I speak the truth. There’s no trick to be found here.

Richard: We’ll know soon enough. But I fear you cannot have what you desire this day. Even now, that heathen Saladin cuts through my men and I must attend to them. But perhaps having seen how vulnerable he is, he will reconsider his actions. Yes… In time, what you seek may be possible.

Altaïr: You were no more secure than him. Do not forget that. The men you left behind to rule in your stead did not intend to serve you for longer than they had to.

Richard: Yes, yes… I am well aware.

Altaïr: Then I’ll take my leave. My Master and I have much to discuss. It seems even he is not without fault.

Richard: He is only human, as are we all. You as well.

Altaïr: Safety and peace be upon you.

You Better Don’t Lie To Me, Little Bird (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader)

Based on a dream I had. 

Story set before he becomes mayor.

Gender of Reader: Female

Warnings: Sexual Content (nothing too extremely explicit though), Lightly Domswald, Sex against a wall

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I have spent days trying to figure out what I want to say. I have crumpled up dozens of pieces of paper and disregarded even more ideas. I have thought about what I could say that might make people feel just a little bit better. But I have come to the realization that it really doesn’t matter what I say. Because there is nothing I can do to take away any of the pain and destruction I have caused. I absolutely loved my parents and had no reason to kill them. I had no reason to dislike, kill or try to kill anyone at Thurston. I am truly sorry that this has happened. I have gone back in my mind hundreds of times and changed one detail, one small event so this never would have happened. I wish I could. I take full responsibility for my actions. These events have pulled me down into a state of deterioration and self-loathing that I didn’t know existed. I am very sorry for everything I have done, and for what I have become.

-Kip’s Statement to the victim’s

I deactivated my Facebook for a while. I’m tired of politics, arguing, hateful comments, waiting my time mindlessly scrolling through for no reason.

I haven’t been on Facebook since Friday.


Here’s what I’ve noticed:

1. I have a lot more time to do things.
It’s Amazing how much time I would waist on Facebook, doing nothing.

2. There is a void. There’s this empty spot in me, I feel it, where this social media platform had become a God to me, it’s empty, so I’m asking God to fill it with something better.

3. I feel more depressed, but at the same time more happy. I feel like I’m disconnected from everything, which makes me sad, but I realize, I wasn’t really connected to anything on there anyways and most “friendships” weren’t friendships but merely the illusion of a friendship via online interaction: barely I might add.

4. My mind wanders a lot more. Instead of focusing on the problems and issues people create on Facebook, or the app itself, my mind is constantly wandering around. Thinking, perhaps I’ll have an original thought again! That would be cool. This is how we create, by being able to have original thoughts. Now that my mind isn’t glued to Facebook maybe something will happen.

5. I feel a lot more free.


So yeah. So far, so good. I recommend giving it a try.