she makes me so proud sometimes

My dog is the strongest person I know

When I adopted Kira, she was terrified of everybody and efverything (including me!!!) and had a horribly broken leg. She didn’t trust me even a lil bit and wouldn’t go on walks with me at all, and either slept or stared out the window at all times

and eventually she had to get her lag amputated which is sad, but it mostly meant she wouldn’t be sad and in pain anymore!!

and it’s taken her so long but she’s so happy, and she even trusts some strangers! she wouldn’t even go outside with me, and she makes friends with strangers. i’m so proug of hw mush she’s grown it maes me cry sometimes so much

she even goes to work with me where she has to interact with so many eppel and she does so good!!! i’m so proud of her!! 

this should last you

one time, i kissed her so hard her lips started bleeding

i think i was trying to convince her that i was passionate

i mean, we’d kissed before

all the time

on my couch

on her couch

in the middle of university doorways so people had to walk around us to get to class

but sometimes she’d pull back mid-smooch 

and just squint her eyes like she didn’t believe me

like she’d caught me in a lie


i wrote my father a few weeks ago 

he married a woman and moved up north to pursue a promising career in management

he works at a plant that makes cleaning supplies (lysol and gain and dawn, that sort of thing)

at the beginning of the semester every year, 

he sends me a huge box of detergent

and a card that says “i’m proud of you”

i think it’s his way of saying he loves me.

when i told him that my girlfriend was leaving me, he sighed for 25 minutes

i listened to him hum quietly and shuffle papers around

clearing his throat every so often

it wasn’t until i said my goodbye that he spoke again

“are you running low on washer tabs? if you are tell me.”

i had answered no because I really wasn’t. the box was still half-full

pushed into my small dorm room closet

anyways, my dad must have thought i was lying because exactly a week later

a small bottle of detergent appeared in my PO box

with a card attached that said “this should last you”

I Am Moana!



I know a girl from an island
She stands apart from the crowd
She loves the sea and her people
She makes her whole family proud
Sometimes the world seems against you
The journey may leave a scar
But scars can heal and reveal just
Where you are
The people you love will change you
The things you have learned will guide you
And nothing on earth can silence
The quiet voice still inside you
And when that voice starts to whisper
Moana, you’ve come so far
Moana, listen
Do you know who you are?


Who am I?
I am a girl who loves my island
I’m the girl who loves the sea
It calls me
I am the daughter of the village chief
We are descended from voyagers
Who found their way across the world
They call me
I’ve delivered us to where we are
I have journeyed farther
I am everything I’ve learned and more
Still it calls me
And the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me
It’s like the tide; always falling and rising
I will carry you here in my heart you’ll remind me
That come what may
I know the way
I am Moana!



~O ro i’koro akuya (I know a unit from a village)
~Ai aki nui huya  (They have great courage/honor)
~Ai ga no koro kaiwaya  (They love the water and the village)
~Pauhina’ai mau hukha  (Their friends are given pride)
~Onoba aku zyase (The world may fight you)
~Avu zajuyavose (The journey may injure)
~Fa aku vunseyasu (But you must remember)
~U-ika? (where are you?)
~Kaiwa aku pakariya (Love will strengthen you)
~Akuta’a aku trenkha (Your knowledge guides you)
~No ruhi shiiyavorhu (And nothing can silence)
~Ki adoru i’aku’a (that there is a song/voice inside you)
~No ga adoru royata (And when the voice starts to speak)
~Moana, u nui voya (Moana, you travel greatly)
~Moana, dyasu (Moana, you must listen)
~U akuya-ki ki u-kai? (Do you know that which you are?)


~O-pakai? (Who am I?)
~O koro’o kaiwaya (I love my village)
~No O mahri kaiwaya (And I love the sea)
~Ai deya (It calls/sounds)
~O vaihui turaga-ko (I am destined to be a Turaga)
~Ona nga nireta’nule (We were once travelers/sailors)
~Ki a’ga’mu voyanu (That traveled through water)
~Ai deya (It calls!)
~O’na hiki ako’mu (We are here through/because of me)
~O unui voyanu (I have journeyed greatly)
~Avu’mu, O eko avyaga (Through the journey, I am revealing myself)
~Ai deyaga (It is calling!)
~No adoru nunui i’ako’a (And there’s a mighty song inside me)
~Ai e-mahri’pa, kareyagale (It’s like the sea, always crashing)
~O ako i’karda’a maikha, vunrokha (I will carry you in my heart, to remind)
~Ki o avahmu (That I always)
~Duisi akya! (Know the way!)
~O Moana’pa!! (I am Moana!)

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*Stares at you lovingly, cherishing your energy and talent and feeling proud of you*


*He’d support you from far away, always keeping thumbs up and sometimes dancing along, trying not to disturb the other audiences. He’d feel excited about yuo wanting to dance to one of their songs*


*He was your personal teacher, so he expected you to do good and make him proud, and you did. He joyfully watched you dance happily on the stage*


*Nudges the other members every 10 seconds*
“You’re loooking at her, right? Isn’t she fantastic? She got it after me”


“It’s our song! Do you hear it!? She’s dancing to our song~”
*He’d shout into B-Bomb’s ear*


*He’d just wait for the moment your eyes meet, so he can show you his love and support, making a smile creep up on your face*


*He’d just wait for after the show when he can congratulate you on a great performance and give you a sweet kiss on the forehead*


fromecrth  asked:

Sometimes I imagine Mr. Satan teaching a little Videl martial arts and I feel inner warmth and determination.

– It makes me so happy! Like, Hercule would be showing off some techniques and Videl would imitate them but she would be so smol and her Kiai’s would be so tiny and Hercule would just melt at the adorableness. He’d be so proud of her and encouraging her all the way lkdrhrklj like Hercule would let her spar but he’d be so gentle and let this tiny little girl fake injury him. I have so much love for Hercule though aaaah.

anonymous asked:

hey lari wanna hear funny story? my friend was generally annoyed by kpop and stuff, she'd sometimes even make fun of me when i bragged about my faves achievements and shit. but one day she happened to see suho baking cake and the moment he told us to die and why we were even born she fell in love w him (literally). thanks to our leadernim's passive aggression she's now a proud exo-l

JDHFOASUSUFISFUDFDFJHAFDF BYE THATS SO FUNNY…. i wanna meet her tell her i said hi and that i hope she stans suho

Hanging out at the pool with Faith today. We can’t go anywhere without people commenting on how well behaved she is… even for a SD. I’m so proud. It’s great to know that all the hard work we’ve put into training is really paying off.

– Even public pools are private places because they require membership. Always check with the pool manager to make sure your service dog is allowed. Sometimes they will also have rules about where exactly a SD can be on pool grounds for safety reasons. Most have been pretty accommodating though, and allow Faith to accompany me everywhere BUT the water (she is placed in a down-stay several feet from the water’s edge). The pool manager has also kindly asked me to keep her vested while on deck.

– Use the 5 second rule to make sure the pavement is not too hot for your dog. Use the back of your hand to check pavement heat. If you can’t leave your hand there for more than 5 seconds, it is TOO HOT for your dog. Time to abort mission or put on some doggie boots.

– Notice the travel water bowl behind her. We never go anywhere during the summer without a collapsible bowl and a bottle of ice water. A pool is no exception. Even in the shade it can be very hot and humid. Not only do I encourage her to drink frequently, I’ll also dip her paws in the ice water to cool them off (dogs sweat though their paw pads, so it’s important they stay cool).

– Make sure your dog has a SOLID leave it before going to a pool. Kids drop candy and food everywhere (and many of these food items are not good for dogs). People have also tried to feed Faith, and a leave it cue is needed.

– Know the signs of overheating in dogs and be ready to leave THE MOMENT you notice them in your dog. I took Faith off deck today because she was getting too hot (panting rapidly, gums/tongue turning dark pink, wide eyes). We went to the car, blasted the AC for a few min, and went back on deck once she was comfortable again.

– Never do anything that your dog is not ready for, or would otherwise make him uncomfortable!! Be prepared to leave the moment you see any signs of stress in your dog. Pools are busy, distracting, and often overwhelming environments. Be a responsible service dog handler :)

okay but

i’m pretty sure Talos drags Shakkar on archaeological expeditions sometimes.

like days, sometimes weeks-long expeditions through muddy swamps and scary Sith temples. Shakkar hates mud. and cold weather. and having her clothes damp/dirty. but Talos looks at her with those shiny puppy eyes and he claps his hands together enthusiastically and he’s like so happy to have her with him when he’s discovering some ancient Sith toothbrush or something, it makes him so proud. 

so she wants to say no but she can’t. she just can’t. he’s so happy and eager to show her around this disgusting swamp full of dead animals and mud in the middle of some shitty planet no one has ever heard of. so she says yes and she ends up following him and he’s like “SHAKKAR LOOK” everytime he finds something new. 

he picks up a poisonous frog and tries to pet it. Shakkar fries it to death precisely two seconds before it opens his mouth and tries to spit its venom on Talos’ face. then he tries to grab an artifact stuck under a pile of rubble. he holds the artifact proudly after struggling for ten minutes to take it from the rubble. Shakkar was actually lifting the rubble with the Force but she says nothing, he’s so strong, and so courageous, and she’s so proud of him. 

she’s cringing so hard when she looks down and sees that her 2-million credits designer pants are all muddy and disgusting.

she fixes her make-up behind a column in a sith temple with one hand, and she’s force-choking a sithspawn with the other hand. Talos doesn’t notice bc he’s lying in the dirt with stars in his eyes, dusting off a beautiful broken statue of some sith lord who died three thousand years ago. 

so basically: wealthy scary elegant sith lady Shakkar being dragged on expeditions by her tiny, overly enthusiastic Imperial husband Talos is my aesthetic.


for all of Teen Wolf’s faults, they’ve actually done a good job overall of depicting a non-stereotypical Asian family. I mean, the idea of a Japanese woman and a Korean man marrying alone is kinda amazing (I mean I know it happens, but from what I’ve seen in my experience with Japanese and Korean people, there’s sometimes still animosity between them).

And the fact that Ken is FUNNY just- it makes me so happy. He’s bright, cheerful, likes to poke fun at his daughter but also is intelligent, loyal, and brave.

And Noshiko is strong, fierce, and proud, but she also likes games, and she’s mischievous, and I’m sure there’s more to her than what we see.

They’re a gem of a family and I really love them.

(Also the fact they’re letting their daughter date a biracial Mexican/Caucasian boy is amazing- I’ve heard COUNTLESS stories from my Filipino/Japanese/Korean friends who have talked about hiding relationships from their family bc they’re dating someone Mexican or vice versa- seeing more biracial couples on tv who have overall healthy relationships but also have their arguments and yet get through them makes my heart sing). 

This is my dad’s mom, aka my grandmother. She is obviously white. Her mother was English and her father was Scottish. Just the other day, she sent me her family tree on both sides tracing all the way back to the early 1800s. Some people accuse me of hating white people. But what the hell do I look like hating myself? My dad is half white, my grandma is white. I love learning about Celtic culture and I am proud of my white ancestry. It makes me who I am. I love white people as much as I love black people. White people in general can be so kind, helpful, and generous. A white person will sometimes be quicker to help you in times of need than a black person. I love my white family. I love my white best friend, whom I’ve been friends with for 12 years. I have an aunt who is half German. White people are beautiful, amazing people. You know what I don’t like? I don’t like RACIST white people. I don’t like WHITE SUPREMACY. I don’t like CULTURAL APPROPRIATION. I don’t like EUROPEAN BEAUTY STANDARDS. I don’t like POLICE BRUTALITY. I also don’t like cultural appropriation by non-whites. I also wouldn’t condone a black police officer killing an unarmed, nonviolent white kid. It’s not always a black and white thing. Sometimes it’s just a right and wrong thing. Some white people suck, just like some blacks, Asians, and Hispanics suck. It’s natural for blacks to be suspicious of whites after all we’ve suffered at their hands. I don’t see why that’s so confusing. End rant.

Being Not Fluent In Korean Really Sucks

The biggest setback I struggle with as a half Korean who has been in the US my entire life is not being fluent in the language. My mother was completely fluent as she was born in Seoul and lived there for years before she moved to the US for my white dad. She still spoke Korean when she was talking to herself and her Korean friends/family but for some reason, she spoke English with me and my sister.

The only time she ever really used Korean for us is when she would call us “이쁘다” (pretty), and sometimes she’d ask if we knew what that meant and we’d say yes, because we picked it up easily. She would always look so happy and proud about it. It makes my heart ache. The only other words we knew were really basic ones like “안녕하세요” (hello) and “감사합니다” (thank you).

For years, the only Korean I knew was that, and I didn’t feel the need to learn any more because I didn’t care much about connecting with my Korean side. That changed after I got into Kpop. I’ve been a fan for years now, and it still amazes me how I can see actual living, breathing Korean people singing and dancing and acting and being stars. Because we all know how Koreans are nonexistent in American entertainment.

So, my feelings took a complete turn around. I started to get immense urges to learn Korean. I started with Hangeul, and I got the hang of it much easier and quicker than I thought I would. That was last year, and now I know how to read and write it, and I’m confident about it. I still struggle with the bottom character sounds because they can change from their original sound, (like ㅊ usually has the “ch” sound but sometimes it can be a “t” sound), but other than that, I’m 100% good.

I now know a lot more words than I did in the past. I aim to learn a new one all the time. Sometimes I get discouraged because I know that learning Korean is hard, and that it will take years before I can speak it as good as other Koreans, but I always get motivated again.

My spaces to use Korean are very limited however, as my mother passed away years ago and my sister is also a beginner. My dad knows how to read and write it, but he is only a beginner too. The only time we can be around Korean people in real life is at church, because it’s a Korean church.

I use much more Korean online than I do in real life, because I have a Kpop blog. Sometimes when I comment in the tags, I’ll use Korean instead of English. I’m sure that most of the time, my sentences are terribly disarranged, and that I might be using the wrong words for the specific context, but being able to make simple sentences in Korean makes me so happy. Because it’s a huge difference from my nonexistent Korean when I was younger. It feels like a big accomplishment.

Despite this, I’m still struggling. I’ll see other Korean bloggers talking to each other in Korean, and talking shit about Koreaboos, and I feel left out because I can’t join them. Being a mixed Korean, I feel like they see me as less. I’m scared that they see me as a yankee or not Korean enough because I can’t speak it well. Especially since I’m American and know more about Florida’s weather than I do about Korea’s culture and history.

There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret not asking my mom to teach me. I always feel desperate about my Korean. I constantly daydream about what it’d be like to be fluent, to be able to engage in conversation with Koreans, to understand what the members of my church are saying. To read the posts Korean bloggers make and laugh with them because some Koreaboo did something hilariously ridiculous.

I can’t deny that I wish I was fluent, or at least know Korean well. There have been, and still are, days when I feel so bad about my Korean that I get really distressed about it and find myself tearing up. That I’ll have actual chest pain because it hurts that much to not know my own language. I can never find others who struggle with learning their language, so it makes it even worse, because I feel so alone. Everyone else seems to know theirs well.

And on top of that, I have to sit here and watch non-Korean people learn my language and become good at it, appropriate my culture, get Korean friends, and go to Korea. It makes me so angry because they have the money to go to my home country but I don’t, and probably never will. The worst of it is when Kpop bloggers are throwing around “oppa”, when they use “selca” and “ㅋㅋㅋㅋ” and claim that it’s not offensive because other cultures use those (???????)

I don’t know my own language, and I have to watch other people use it as a toy. It’s so frustrating.

Being a diasporic, mixed Korean that is nowhere near good at Korean is exhaustingly frustrating.


Over winter break my family and I went down to Miami and surprisingly I was allowed to bring along this little pupper. She did much better than I’d expect for a 4 hour drive (just napped the whole way) and meeting a TON of new people (we must have gone to four separate houses and I didn’t even know everyone) she tends to get super anxious around strangers and other dogs which we’re reallllly working on but those 3 days she really impressed me with her bravery!


I love comedy, and improv. Making viewers laugh is a gift I am proud to share with others whenever given the opportunity. Working on 50/50 with Seth Rogan was a blast because he doesn’t stick to the script in the scenes. We had a lot of room to play around with the comedy. I really enjoyed working with him. In MTV’s The INBetweeners that’ll be premiering this year sometime, I had the chance to show my playful side and stretch my comedic muscles too.

I laughed, “He doesn’t cross my mind anymore,” I look up at the sky, “Believe me.” I added.

“Stop lying, you’re not good at it.” my friend said.

“It’s up to you, then.”

“After you cut your gaze at the sky, I saw your lips do its thing before you laugh,” I really am not good at lying, but if it’s something that I can do convincingly, I would be proud of it because I hate the fact that sometimes, I feel like I am an open book and people can easily know what I truly feel inside. “You didn’t keep your smile that long, yet when you talk about something good about him –  something true, you’re having a hard time to turn down your smile  So, my conclusion is, you still think of him!” she teases.

I feel defeated. It makes me mad how legit her explanation was, I couldn’t think of a mean comeback for her to stop saying out loud what I’m trying to hide.

“Fine. I still think about him,” I bit my lip, “It’s hard for me not to think about someone that I still love, though. We all do.” I quietly answered.

—  // 8-14-’16. 10:57pm

meet bun. a bunny with a passion for art, rainy days, vintage stores and excellent music. and proud! of course, these aren’t all the things that make up bun, sometimes her cheeks are a little too blushed, her outfit maybe a little to bold and maybe her tail is a little darker than other bunnies. and because bun has feelings, and it is very okay to have feelings, she may feel unlovable at times. but to me, even though I created her, I love the burnt orange paired with the blue, I love that her tail resembles the cozy rainy days and her cherry cheeks. so my message is, although you may not feel loved, there are others that do. just because your palette is different from someone else’s doesn’t mean you are any less loved & important.

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