such a precious snowflake

yes okay niall is a beautiful and pure sunshine puppy, but he can also be a sassy, sarcastic little shit who gets passive aggressive as fuck so greetings friends, let’s take a journey

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why u so bitter niall??? who hurt you? not that couch

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he likes to sass interviewers in particular

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this interview was the pinnacle though lbr, the interviewer was asking them the stupidest questions (the whole thing is gr8 go watch it here) so when niall wasn’t talking about his shoes or laughing at liam and harry trolling the interviewer he was doing this

oh and remember that one time an interviewer wanted to take a selfie but wouldn’t let niall take it??? im sure niall does

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niall does not take kindly to not being allowed to take the selfie

the most pure and friendly of humans but he doesn’t have the time for rude people ok

he definitely does NOT like when people throw things on stage

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yep not even the fans are safe

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or his band mates

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or his friends

sometimes he just says it all with a face

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he hates when people get his name wrong with the power of a million suns

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his tweets are more often than not lovely gibberish but sometimes we get gems like this;

basically i love nialls sense of humour and it is incredibly underrated

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February 9, 1981

Happy 36th Birthday precious snowflake !

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

March 24th I created a character, and I must say. It was the best thing I’ve ever did in my life. Because of Ice I met tons of people, he helped me go through rough and diffcult stuff. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here today.

If you don’t know, Ice is completely based on me. All his emotions, the way he acts, etc. He was…. one of the best things that ever happened in my life. He has a special place in my heart and he will have it forever.

I love you so so much!

Happy Birthday,

My Little Snowflake

Good day!

Just a quick note to highlight an issue that has come to my attention these past few weeks. 

When you reblog a reproduction of an artwork, PLEASE keep the captions. And here’s why:

1. Credit to the artist, ALWAYS. Artworks are still WORK. Credit the artist damn it. They deserve it. They didn’t go to art school and practised till their fingers bled for you to reblog their works without captions. 

2. Art blogs such as mine work really hard to find the details and links to these artworks so keep the DAMN CAPTIONS DAMN IT. 

3. So far I was willing to pretend that I don’t see you all reblogging shit without captions but from now on I shall name and shame you. If you are one of those people that keep doing this, please be my guest and feel free to click on that ‘unfollow’ button. You shall not be missed, I can assure you. 

Please feel free to contact me for a further debate on the matter. 

Sincerely, 

Your friendly neighbourhood art historian. 

Reasons why I’m like Dante Quintana
  • hates wearing shoes
  • likes dogs
  • initiates weird conversation topics
  • only likes rules when I make them
  • enjoys watching the stars

OKAY evEryone knows how much Phil means to Dan. Dan is a very loud, open character who wears his heart on his sleeve. Everything he says and does in regards to Phil just shines with love and admiration. He is a special bean who (whether platonically or not) is totally in love and it’s very obvious.

BuT can we talk about Phil?? Phil doesn’t have to constantly complement Dan for us to see the impact Dan has on him. You can see the admiration in a quiet but just-as-obvious way. You can see it in the way his eyes dramatically light up when Dan joins him in live shows/videos. You can see it in the way Phil’s laugh becomes so much louder and natural? when it is caused by Dan. It’s there and it’s obvious in a softer way and I just appreciate that precious snowflake so much and their love for each other helps me breathe. 

Okay, I’m done.

I was told that the cutest scene in my ImagineTonyandBucky story Magic Works In Myserious Ways was the one involving the teeny tiny Winter Soldier wearing Tony’s AC/DC t-shirt, and that it needed to be drawn. So I did.

I think I might just die from the cute. Look at that precious little snowflake.

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Wands Sorted in the Shop

Here are all the houses for some of my newest wands. I will be working on more tonight using semi-precious stones such as: Amzonite, amethyst, Carnelian, Citrine, Rose quartz, snowflake obsidian, and Jasper.