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Tagged by @got7-markjinson @hadesalmighty @the-princejinyoung @marksonislovely @got7doubleb Thank you guys so much!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. (TWENTY?)

1. Drink: Coke (this answer will almost always be Coke its my addiction (a-cola))
2. Phone call: best friend- victoria
3. Text message: cool dude named Jack
4. Song you listened to: i was rewatching weekly idol so probably Never Ever?
5. Time you cried: like a couple days ago (i dont usually cry this was just good timing)

6. Dated someone twice: i guess 
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: a little but only because he SUCKS at kissing
8. Been cheated on:  Nope
9. Lost someone special:  like a death in the family? yes
10. Been depressed: im in the part of my life when adult reponsibilities become a thing so yes of course 
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: HA unfotunately yea

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Updated list of muses

My own take on the Beast
Butch Gilzean from Gotham
Bruce Wayne from Gotham
Lenny from Legion - when I watch the show. I know they’re going to be my muse.
Shego from Kim Possible
Joseph Oda from The Evil Within
Octavia from The 100

And that’s all I can recall for now! This is to come in the next few weeks/in-between things. I’m feeling so much better and I look forward to even more in the days to come!

Thank you to everyone’s kind messages and support this eve - it means so much to me.

Checking In

“You’re so cute and sappy when you’re in love.”

“I’ll hang up on you. Don’t think I won’t.”

“You know you threaten that every time I tease you and I’m still waiting.”

“Yeah, well… Someday. So, how’s it going? Shows going well? You getting all the rest you need?”

“Funny you mention that, because Alan just force fed me lunch and Gleb asked if I slept well last night. Did you tell the boys to babysit me?”

“I’m too far away to do it myself.”

“Well, stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself. Just focus on you. You guys having a good time?”

“Good is an understatement.”

“See? Cute and sappy.”

“Shut up. I’ll hang up.”

“Will not. All your pictures look amazing by the way. I’m so jealous.”

“It really is incredible. It just feels like freedom, you know? Being here. Being happy. With her.”

“Can I be super cheesy for just a minute? I really like this Val. You just seem so… happy. It’s really beautiful to see you like this. And I know you know my opinion on all this already, but I’m glad the two of you finally pulled your heads out of your asses and figured this thing out.”

“Was that you being super cheesy?”

“Close enough.”

“You’re right though. It took us so long to finally be in the right place, but now…”

“But now?”

“But nothing. Just… I’m happy. That’s all.”

“If you say so.”

“Hey, Sharna?”


“Thanks for calling.”

“Any time.”

please be gentle with yourself. you’re trying. if it’s taking you longer than you thought to achieve something or get somewhere that’s okay. try not to compare yourself to others too much because not everyone gets to where they need to be right away. you’re alive that’s what matters. keep trying. you’ll get there.


HOLY MOLY 4000 FOLLOWERS!?!?! I’m amazed! I’m astounded!! I’m shocked!!! I’m crying, I’m so happy right now! Thank you so much for all the continuous support! I’m going to be taking a little break from tumblr for awhile for spring break to finish a lot of project I have rn, but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back and post all the goodies I’ve been working on! Thank you so much again babes! Please enjoy some Big brother Percy

i just want to be the reason you smile

November 11, 2016 - Happy Birthday, Wally!

In which Wally reacts to his 22nd birthday exactly the same way I did.

(Also my 22nd birthday was just 6 days ago… we’re so close in age! Just another reason to love him.)

And because I know people are gonna call me out for being unrealistic, here’s an actual picture of how his 22nd birthday goes down, you sadists:

“Dude. It’s paintings and poetry. Together. It’s ‘swasome as hell. Da Vinci said it himself — painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”

“Wow. You have all quotes just ready to go, don’t you?”

“Nah, I just opened my book on a random page,” Nursey said, one arm still wrapped around Dex’s shoulders, and showed Dex the page he had read the quote from, making his defense partner snort. It was a side note, written in italics and underlined with a purple marker by Nursey — purple pen meant personal interest, Dex knew already. Just like he knew the red pen was for important stuff, the blue pen was for additional notes, the yellow marker was for the stuff his professor deemed especially important, and the green pen was to underline the lines in poems that were just “mad chill”. Dex had his colored pens right down to an art already and pretended that it wasn’t weird to know so much about Nursey’s studying habits.

“I’d read you one of the poems, but I thought you wouldn’t get it,” Nursey chirped as he finally closed the book. His arm was still around Dex’s shoulders. It was … nice. Weirdly nice.

“You got that right,” Dex chuckled. Seriously, Painting as Poetry? It sounded like a douchey book, assigned for a douchey class. No wonder Nursey was so over the heels for it. “Aren’t those artsy poems meant to be looked at, anyways? Not read out loud? If I remember anything from high school, that shit just sounds weird spoken out loud. Like a broken record.”

“Meh, I guess. But they’re pretty to look at,” Nursey shrugged. His arm was still around Dex’s shoulders. It was getting infuriating. Infuriating in a whole different way than Nursey’s presence usually was.

Dex tried to pretend he didn’t mind, though. In fact, he was almost afraid to move, aside from walking, in case he accidentaly ended this whole new, getting along thing they had going. They were always just one wrongful curve away from an argument, albeit that curve started to getting farther and farther away with each conversation, and he was just curious to see how long it was able to go. It was pure science.

Besides, it was nice. In a way he could all too easily get used to.

Worth It

There’s not much on Bitty’s shopping list.

Eggs, butter, milk, strawberry and cinnamon Pop-Tarts along with a few other odds and ends. 

Nursey asked him to pick up floss and Chowder would like more blue Powerade. 

Stop & Shop is virtually empty this time of night so they have the produce section to themselves.

Jack pushes the cart and follows Bitty around, stopping when he pauses to frown at the out of season strawberries and raspberries.

Jack has promised to take him to the Farmers Market in Providence over the summer.

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