that is what really matters at the end

anonymous asked:

how do I not feel bad and like I’ve wasted my potential because I’m smart enough to go to a top college and yet here I am at a huge and not great university just because I was diagnosed late and screwed up my whole life before and after? I know I shouldn’t be sad and/or jealous of others and yet?? I am??? I just feel like I will never amount to anything

I want to encourage you to think about the possibilities from where you are now. Worrying over the past isn’t really useful, since we can’t go back and change it. What matters is what you do going forward.

So think about where you’d really prefer to be going to school, and look into transferring. What would you need to do in order to do that? Is it an option? If yes, you now know what you need to do. If not, it’s still not the end of the world.

Why?

Because you can finish your degree where you are now, and then look at further training and graduate studies at other schools. My brother went to the University of Ottawa for his undergraduate degree, and then he went to the University of Toronto for his Masters degree. He then went to the University of Edinburgh, where he did a one-year program prior to doing his PhD. He also did a year at the University of Britain at Rome (he’s a Classicist). I did my Bachelor of Music (in Composition) at the University of Calgary, then completed the coursework for a BA in Psychology at Lakehead University, then did one semester of a BMus in Music Therapy at Capilano College (it’s now a university), and now I’m doing a Publishing Certificate through Ryerson University’s distance education.

After you finish high school, there is nothing that says you need to follow one strict path in order to achieve what you want to achieve in your education and career. You can take a winding path to get there. You can go straight where you want to go. What matters is the journey itself and that you arrive, not the precise path you take on the journey.

-J

Why’d it take five seasons for Steven to legitimately get called out on his bullshit like do y'all not see the inherent problem in having the main essentially be the moral compass and be the person who always does the “right” thing? Steven is what, 14 and yet is treated like he has the ethical and moral capacity of a grown adult. Why else do you think he’s the one who calls the shots or determines who’s wrong and who’s right. And there’s really no reason for this when they scrapped it in the end and pretended like four seasons of consistent “Steven is right no matter what” didn’t happen. Like, when was the last time Connie was actually upset over something Steven did? Never, even after Steven endangered her life multiple times, that never prompted any serious discussion over if Steven is making the right choices. Fact of the matter is, after all the mistakes he’s made, he’s only now getting called out.

Do you really know me???

Do you know me

Do you know my pain

Can you look in my eyes and see the fire they hide

Can you see my smile knowing I wanna cry

Do you know me

Do you know how the world makes me feel

Do you know no matter what I fight the odds

Have you seen the look I get when all is lost yet I win

How even though I win I just want it all to end

Do you know me

Tell me do you know the struggle of a young person fighting their thoughts the thoughts that cause them to hate themselves and everyone else

Do you see the look of joy when they talk of a single person the one that calms them

Do you know me

Do you know how hard I try how close I come yet I fall

Do you know what it’s like to be the one to give it all

What would you say if you look at me and see the truth the pain the fury the anger and hate not necessarily for everyone else but for myself….seriously we walk beside you with a smile or laugh and go about not saying a word look around the ones always laughing are the ones dying inside wanting to be heard but scared to try so I ask you

DO YOU KNOW ME?

I know you do but the real question

Do you care

(to all those who can’t express this is for you)

sleepy!keith is the absolute best

  • when lance comes in to check on him, keith stirs awake and simply reaches out with grabby hands like “m’cold”
  • the boy has an iron grip when he sleeps
    • whether he’s holding his stuffed hippo or lance, doesn’t matter
  • the Slow Blink™ when he’s tired and trying to stay awake
  • when he’s wiped after a mission, he tries his hardest to stay awake, but soon his head is bobbing so he rests his head on either Hunk or Lance’s shoulder and is out in a few seconds
    • hunk and lance don’t dare move, even if it means staying in one spot, completely still, for hours
  • there are times where he works too hard in the training room and ends up sleeping on the floor
    • shiro cringes when he sees him bc that cannot be comfortable, so there’s been more than one occurrence where shiro had to carry his little brother to bed
  • when keith sleeps, he makes little noises and lance has to literally stop himself from squealing bc holy shit thats cute
  • keith has really bad nightmares, so he finds that sleeping in lances jacket helps a lot
    • sleeping in lances arms works even better
  • when keith’s super tired, he wont stop talking
    • it doesn’t matter what it’s about, he’ll just ramble on and on until he slowly drifts off 
  • his walls slowly come down when he’s exhausted and he becomes more open with everyone
  • he sleepwalks and almost opened an airlock one time
    • lance makes sure to sleep lightly after that just in case
  • sometimes he’ll just stare at something for a long time, never blinking, like its the most interesting thing in the world
  • when he’s overly exhausted, he gets really giggly
    • lance has recorded him in this state more than once
    • keith doesnt know
Things that can Destroy your Motivation

1. Not having goals. You can’t reach your goals if you don’t know what they are.

2. Choosing goals that don’t inspire you. You won’t be able to keep on going if the prize at the end doesn’t really matter to you.

3. Expecting immediate results. Anything worthwhile is a battle and a struggle. It takes times and effort to bring about a change.

4. Lack of support. We all need someone to believe in us and to be our cheerleader when we start to feel discouraged.

5. Not believing in yourself. As Henry Ford so wisely said: “Whether you think you can, or you think you can’t, you’re right.”

6. Feeling bored. Most success involves a lot of humdrum work, and repeatedly doing the same kind of stuff. But each day brings you closer to achieving what you want.

7. Inaction and laziness. You have to work the plan before the plan will work … and dreams are only dream till you turn your thoughts to actions. Also, it’s crucially important that you manage your time well, and you don’t get distracted or procrastinate.

8. Being around negative people. There are plenty of people who only see the flaws, and whose eyes are on the problems, and the absence of solutions. If you hang out with them, you will lose your zest and passion, and your positive outlook will soon be undermined.

9. Comparing yourself to others. We each are individuals, and we start from different places; we all face our challenges, and work at different rates. Remember “it’s your journey”. Be patient with yourself.

10. Encountering setbacks. No matter how great your plans, or your level of commitment, you’re bound to face some setbacks and encounter obstacles. That’s a normal part of growth – just keep going when life’s tough.

anonymous asked:

top 5 drawing tips

1. USE REFERENCES. Not just one reference, but multiple references. Need to draw a cat? Create an entire board on Pinterest and load it with like, 50 pins of different types of cats - also different styles - see what other artists have done to caricature cats. This is what we had to for school - make Pinterest boards for ONE THING - and it REALLY helped. 

2. Break everything down into basic shapes. Do not start off by drawing every little detail. If your foundation is faulty, the entire drawing will be faulty as well. One of my profs sometimes would call heavily detailed art “shiny turds” - meaning, no matter how many details you add on at the end, if the structure and anatomy etc is off, no amount of detail will save it. Example: if you draw a person’s face, and the eyes and nose are in the wrong place, then no amount of eyelashes or make-up or whatever is going to make it look more accurate. If you spend 10 hours drawing something really detailed, and it’s wrong, then you might have just wasted 10 hours (maybe not wasted, but used less efficiently), when you could have spent say, a single hour making sure all the construction and anatomy made sense FIRST, before cleaning it up. Also, draw multiple rough passes at a drawing before you clean it up!! This will give your eyes and brain a chance to see any errors that pop up. 

3. Don’t be afraid to RE-DRAW something. Your second drawing will be better than your first. Your third drawing will be better than your second AND your first. And so on. Try not to fall in love with everything you draw - likewise, learn to accept constructive criticism, so that you are able to re-draw it better than the first/second/third times. Reach out to peers and have them look at your art - you won’t believe how helpful a fresh set of eyes can be.

4. Flip your canvas horizontally to see errors/use a mirror/shine a light through and look at the reverse side. It is incredibly difficult to see errors in your drawing after you’ve been staring at it for hours. Your brain gets used to seeing what you’re seeing. Trick your brain into seeing something for the first time by looking at it differently. Likewise, you can try and look at it upside down maybe, or backwards. Engage your eyes and brain differently! 

5. PRACTICE. PRACTICE. PRRAAAAACCTIIIIICCEEEE. Draw everything. Did you spend yesterday drawing people? Spend today drawing animals. Spend tomorrow drawing trees and plants. Draw a car. Go outside and draw from life. If you want to improve at a skill, practice all the time. Don’t burn yourself out! Manage your time wisely and pay attention to your body’s needs. Make time for stretching and exercising; a healthy lifestyle will ensure that you can continue to practice your skill, and be the best artist that you can be. 

If you want more tips, browse through my art advice tag

If you want exercises and drawing prompts, browse through this list I made.

it’s happened to all of us: we’ve failed that test, forgot to hand in an assignment, or just seemed to be horrible at a subject, and in doing so, found ourselves with a less-than-desirable grade. so how do we fix that?

this is the method i’ve used in the past, and i hope it helps you out! they work really well for me, but obviously your mileage may vary.

  1. don’t panic! this doesn’t mean you’re stupid or a failure. even if you end up with a bad grade, it probably won’t matter in the long run. get some perspective. obviously this is much easier said than done, and i’m particularly bad about this haha
  2. find the root cause. why are you stuck with this grade? did you do badly on an important test, paper, or essay? or is it more consistent in that you seem to get mediocre grades on everything? figure out what’s bogging you down so you can fix it.
  3. talk to your teacher. it’s more than likely that your teacher will understand if you talk to them – it shows that you are driven, and care about the class. don’t worry if you’re nervous, just go to them after class or during a study hall, and say that you wanted to talk about a certain test/your grade in the class. if the root cause of your grade is an important assignment, go through what you missed, and if you don’t understand why you missed something, ask them about it!!!! if you just can’t understand the subject, you should let you teacher know as well. obviously, if your teacher is rude or if you don’t feel comfortable talking to them, you don’t need to do this. try asking a parent or friend for help instead.
  4. find your problem areas. now you need to go through all your assignments and see what you tend to get wrong! if it’s more detail-oriented (i.e. dates, percentages, formulas), try using flashcards or repetition to memorize these. if it’s the other way around, and you seem to have issues fitting the big picture together, lighten up on memorization and try drawing diagrams or mind maps.
  5. study smarter. find a well-lit, comfortable place to sit that fits your preferences, and get to work! using the strategies to fix your problem areas detailed in #4, take a look at your material. if you find yourself getting distracted, try to move on to a different subject, find a different study area, or just take a break.
  6. if you are still having problems, talk to someone! tell your teacher/parent/friend that you looked over what you missed and tried harder, but you still aren’t seeing a change. from there, you can get more tips on how to improve.

and that’s basically a general strategy to use! a few miscellaneous tips:

  • if you tend to not do well on exams but do well on your homework, try to go over the big picture more. also, to make up for them, try really hard not to miss points anywhere else. so you may not do great on the test, but if you do well in assignments, reviews, homework, etc. you can really bring your grade up! not the healthiest tip, but it got me through geometry with an a!
  • if you have a midterm/final, study really hard for it!! this goes without saying but it can really make or break your grade
  • try having a snack before you study! it helps if you aren’t thinking about food when you need to study for that final!
  • listen to music!! i love lofi hip-hop, try one of these livestreams!

so yeah! i hope these tips help you out!! this is my first ever resource post, so please give me tips and let me know how i can improve haha!

- amulya ♡

How to Break Free from Addiction to Approval

1. Recognise that other people do not determine your worth and value. It’s your life not there’s. They are responsible to themselves for their life; and you are responsible to yourself for your life. Don’t give up your “self” to please someone else.

2. Also, people change, have different values and outlooks and want different things for, and from, us. It’s simply impossible to please everyone all of the time, or even most of the time.

3. Recognise that spending our lives trying to make others happiness is a recipe for failure and low self-esteem. It’s a pointless way to spend your life. It will stop you being happy and true to yourself.

4. Be kind to yourself. Understand that we all have weaknesses, and things that we regret saying and doing.

5. Also, we’re all on our journey – and the journey is harder and more challenging for some than others. Perhaps you are dealing with obstacles that other people have not had to face.

6. Develop your self esteem from within. Decide on the type of person YOU want to be, and work on being true to that.

7. Think about what really matters to you, and the different goals you’d like to achieve – then set these as a priority. That is, decide what YOU want to do instead of worrying about what others would like you to do.

8. Develop a plan for the direction of your life. Focus your thinking, energy, choices and decisions around living a life that is meaningful to you. At the end of each day, check to ensure you’ve done something that is taking you in that direction.

9. Work on developing your self-reliance – so that although it is nice to have help and support from others, you’re not dependent upon it (or them). Also, being able to think, act and choose for yourself will greatly increase your self-confidence.

10. Work on accepting, valuing and loving yourself. Appreciate the good things about YOU. Notice your successes, and any moves towards living out your goals, and becoming the real you.

11. Choose to live in the moment. Decide not to keep going over the past, or worrying too much about what lies ahead. Notice and relish what is good about “right now”.

12. Choose joy. Allowing yourself to experience joy is freeing, motivating, energising. It keeps your focus on the positives in life.

Ok honestly, despite the various discourses that happened before (and are happening?) I truly love the miraculous fandom and especially the show!So uh, that’s why i wanted to use the #HeartsforAstruc as a platform to give my appreciation to the people who work so very hard to bring us this great show!

I know Hawkdaddy wanted Season 2 to be full of surprises so I can understand why the spoilers would really hurt :c 

But despite it all, thank you, Thomas Astruc for creating this wonderful show, and thank you for being such a kind and loving fandom dad <3 We’re honestly so spoilt by how much love and appreciation you shower on us! We’ll support you till the very end! >:D 

No matter what, you’ll always be in our eyes, absolutely miraculous!




It Wasn’t Real (part one)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: So literally i was overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I got for this story. Once again THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I’m actually so excited to start this series and I have so many ideas bubbling around in my head, so please enjoy.

There’s something’s i need to make clear before we get started. The rest of the story (except for the first part) will happen four years after the events in IT Chapter One. I know that sounds weird but it will get better I promise! This is also sort of an AU mainly because IT will come back sooner than twenty-seven years, which doesn’t happen in the book. So it’s like based off the original story but isn’t at the same time?? It will all make sense! And there will be an Character x Reader ending, but i’ve closed down the poll as of now until we get further into the story! Right now, Richie is leading!

Anyways… I hope you all enjoy this story! Oh! And Henry hasn’t die in my story, as well as his father. Everything else is the same.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

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Originally posted by kingkaspbrak

It wasn’t real.

It seemed that maybe it was. When time passes, friends tend to forget each other. It was an unsaid thing. No friendships last forever, no matter hard you tried to make them. But something in you had always told you that when it came to the Loser’s Club that wasn’t true.

You’d been wrong.

Separated from those you called your family, everyone started drifting apart. Some of them still talked, like Eddie and Richie or Bill and Beverly, but in the end, no one really was as close as they use to.

It was almost as if they’d forgotten, stopped believing in what you all experienced. And you couldn’t understand why. Because while everyone was off moving on, forgetting, you only seemed to remember. You tried. Tried and fought and screamed and yelled for them, but it was like you were standing in the back, watching as their back turns. Watching Richie look away, watching Eddie follow or Bill turn and Beverly distance herself. You saw less and less of Mike, Ben never left the library and Stan… Stan wouldn’t even look at you.

Soon it was just you, just like IT had teased, and you were alone.

So, no, Bill, it was real.

Three Years Later…

You let out a breath of relief as the school bell rung, signalling the end of class. English class today in particular had been boring and repetitive, some idiot decided to back talk the teacher so the majority of the class was spent with Ms. Green lecturing you all. It would’ve been fine, had that not meant that your pile of homework had grown significantly larger in size.

Gathering your binder and books, you quickly stuffed them into your bag. Though when you looked up, you noticed that most of the students were already out and sighed. It meant the hallways were going to be cramped with people, and it was the end of the day.

Knowing it was inevitable either way, you slipped your backpack over your shoulders calmly and pulled the straps. “Have a nice weekend, Ms. Green.” You waved at your teacher. She may have just spent an hour yelling at you all and then the last half talking about what you had to catch up on, but she was nice when she wanted to be.

“You as well, Y/N.” She shortly replied, not sparring you a glance. You hesitated a moment, watching the way her eyes didn’t even move to say goodbye before sighing and making her way out the door. The hallway wasn’t as bad as you expected, which was a breath of relief. Quickly, you made your way down the hall, turned a right and low and behold there stood your locker.

Putting in the combination, you begin organizing what you’d need over the weekend and what you wouldn’t. Though, your moment of peace was quickly interrupted when the door of your locker was slammed to the side. You jumped, letting out a bewildered shock and turned to see who had so rudely disturbed you only to find a face you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Hey, babe.” Henry greeted, smiling down at you. Henry Bowers, the same Henry Bowers who use to bully you and your friends back in middle school. Of course, Henry confessed he doesn’t ever remember doing such a thing. I’d remember a pretty face like yours

Refusing the urge to shiver, you sent a short smile at him; “Jesus, Henry. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He only shrugged, as if he didn’t care. Smiling through the discomfort, you grabbed your locker door, moving it off of the next one and Henry wasted no time leaning against it.

Henry Bowers had been sent back two years, making him in the exact same grade as you, of course he was eighteen already. Though, that didn’t mean he acted any more mature. 

“So, you coming with us to the pit tonight?” Henry asked, looking lazily over at you. Setting your final textbook in your locker, you shut the door with a soft thud; “us?”

“Belch and me.” He clarified. You hated Belch, all he did was well… belch. And it disgusted you, but it seemed no matter what him and Henry stayed friends. At least some things were the same. “Oh, and I believe Amy will be joining us.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. “I don’t think I wi-”

“Why not?” Henry interrupted, cutting whatever you’d been about to say off.

You shifted uncomfortably, taking a tentative step back when Henry straightened out. You should probably just go, Henry would back off if you did. But you really did not want to spend the night in some dingy corner of the town with belching Belch and bitchy Amy. “My mom… she wants me home tonight.”

“Your mom?” Henry laughed, as if that was the craziest thing you’d ever said. Leaning down, he didn’t ask when he grabbed your wrist; “your mom never wants you home. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Fun for you, you wanted to say, but knew better. Knowing nothing you could say would allow you to stay home, you let Henry drag you off into the direction of the school doors.

You zoned out whatever he’d been saying, loosing yourself in your mind. At least it was the weekend, you told yourself, after tonight you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone, let alone see anyone. Of course, two days only lasted so long… Weekends use to be filled with adventure back in middle school… of course you were a child then and so was everyone else… but, it had been an adventure.

“Agh…” 

Turning your head, you were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar head walked by. You could almost swear… Time seemed to freeze, as the person’s head floated before you, but then suddenly it was gone. Looking down, you heard the thud as their body smacked against the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going, freak.” Henry laughed, shoving his hand into Belch’s stomach in excitement. You hadn’t even noticed Belch join you…

Looking over at the body, you didn’t move as they slowly moved to their hands and knees. You of course, felt bad, put no part of you wanted to help them. You only stared with a lazy eye, your wrist still in Henry’s grasp. It was only when their head turned up to glare at your boyfriend did you feel an reaction flood through you.

“Eddie…” You whispered, gaining a strange reaction from Henry and Belch. Seeing their gaze, you moved to look away before your eye caught Eddie’s. There laid Eddie, the same Eddie you used to constantly worry over and mother, on his knees, blood pooling from his chin where he’d smacked it against the ground.

His eye met you, but you didn’t do anything. 

Soon he groaned in pain, Henry had kicked him. Henry leaned forward, towering over the boy; “stay down.” And before you knew it, the grasp on your wrist tugged and you were off.


You gripped your jacket sleeves with force, watching as your breath formed before you in the cool evening air. You hated walking home alone, especially at night. It was when you saw things, things that shouldn’t be there but were. But of course, Henry hadn’t wanted to walk you home, so that left only one other option.

You laughed out into the bitter air, when did Henry ever wanna walk you home?

It’d caused many fights before, back when you first started dating. You didn’t want to stay out that later (or go out at all) but of course Henry wanted to, so you did. You’d stay out all night, doing whatever dumb thing him and his friends could think off until the sun had set and you could no longer see past you clearly. You’d beg him to walk you home, but he’d only shove you away and continue hanging with his friends.

Though, you guessed the moment of peace gave you time to think. Think about whatever. It never really was the same.

You let your eyes wander above you, to the night sky, viewing the many stars as you walked the streets of your neighbourhood. You were close, thankfully. It was January, meaning a new year and christmas had just passed. That also meant many houses still had there christmas lights up, too lazy to take them down and you could view the bright colourful lights in peace.

It wasn’t often you saw so much colour in your life nowadays.

Your feet made a crunching noise as you stepped into the snow, a sound you loved very much. There was nothing but colourful lights, empty streets and mindful thoughts.

“Y/N…”

You could see your house now, just before you and that gave you motivation to quicken your step. 

“Y/N.” Gasping, you turned around at the voice. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but you had expected something. Instead, all you found was nothing. Just the street you’d already walked on a million times and the darkened houses except for the bright christmas lights. Shaking your head, you turned back around. You must’ve been imagining it.

“Y/N.” Okay, that time you hadn’t. You were sure of it.

“Henry?” You called, turning around once again. “Henry is that you?” Of course, nothing. People didn’t really like to reply to you much these days. “Henry, I-I swear to god if this is a prank…” There was nothing there, but you were so sure you’d heard a voice.

“Y/N.” You spun, the voice now much closer behind you. Except when you turned around, there wasn’t anything there.

“Time to play.” You spun again, back around and for a moment you saw what you never thought you’d see again. IT. IT. It’s red fire-y hair and sinister smile. But the next time you blinked, it was gone. “Time to play, Y/N.” You instinctively took a step back as maniacal laughter filled your ears.

Bolting around, you took quick and loud steps to your house, not daring to peer back behind you. You scrambled for your keys, fumbling to get them out of your back but the minute you did, you unlocked your door and swung it open. You wasted no time slamming it behind you, falling to the ground before it as you let out a shaky breaths.

Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to even your breathing. You were never afraid, at least you hadn’t been. Your friends made you stronger and now where were they?

Panting, you let out a little whimper. The second you closed your eyes, IT appeared and you wasted no time in opening your eyes again. Taking a look around your dark and vacant house, you were pulled away from the events that had happened outside and back into reality. “Mom?” You called, “you home?”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding nothing. No note, nothing. She obviously wasn’t home, but it’d be nice if she could at least let you know. Sighing, you dropped your bag on the dining table, taking a seat on one of the chairs. You let your head lean on your hand, staring at the darkened room around you.

“What happened…?”


Part 2?

Let me know what you thought! I hope you all enjoyed!

you know what really matters? at the end of the day, bangtan love us like no one else and N O T H I N G can take that from us. NOTHING. they love us just as much as we love them and we’ve transcended just being fans, we might as well be best friends because we do so much for each other.

it doesn’t matter if you found them before they debuted or if you only discovered them today, they love every single one of us and dedicate all their music to US, because they know our love for them means more than any award or broken record. (those are pretty nice too, though.) the relationship between armys and bts is the ONLY thing that matters, because we uplift and support each other just like any friend would; bangtan know this, they’re aware of what we go through, which is why all their lyrics dedicated to us are so brutally honest.

they know what we go through. they understand. they know it hurts, so, so much. and for that they they love us that much harder, they cheer us on with every word on every album. so we repay them by supporting them as much as humanly possible and helping them rise higher and higher and create a new definition of the Top just so we can help them break down that barrier, too.

remember: when everything is going wrong, when people are being awful to us or your personal life is too much to bear, bts love you. and that isn’t just a hollow statement because they’re your idol, they love YOU, they write songs dedicated to YOU, because you love them back and they know it.

nothing can take away from the relationship armys have with bts. bts love us, and we love them. and that’s the only thing that matters. as long as you remember that, nothing can bring us down. nothing. 💜

Will the Real Shiro (if you are alive) Please Stand UP? Analysis

With the emergence of S4 and people wondering why the “clone” thing hasn’t been brought up again and the fact that S3 and 4′s Shiro is now able to pilot Black, there has been some speculation throughout the fandom on whether THIS Shiro is the actual Shiro, and the one that we had in S1 and 2 was the fake. There have also been speculations on whether neither of them are real and are both clones, with the real Shiro still being held captive.

Now, of course, no one knows for sure, but I recently remarathoned all the seasons in one go with my conspiracy goggles on and I’ve come to a conclusion:

I can’t say whether S1 or 2′s Shiro is the real one, however I’m almost 100% certain that S3 and 4′s isn’t. 

Above are screenshots I took while rewatching the show. I tried to get a cap with the same type of expressions for consistency’s sake (pre-kerberos Shiro was hard to get ofc)

These are the color codes for each of the “different” shiro’s eye color taken from the screenshots. As you noticed, 1 and 2 are fairly close (still different but this could be due to the lighting in the picture leaving some room for error). 3 however, is much different. 

Not only this, but eye shape has always been the main detail people tended to first notice when they speculated that S3-4′s Shiro was a clone, since his eyelashes have a noticeably different look to Shiro’s signature “winged eyeliner” look. In fact, many people have compared S3-4′s Shiro’s eyes as closer to Keith’s eyes…Hm…I wonder what color Keith’s eyes are?

:)

So. Why does it matter if the S3-4′s Shiro’s eyes match Keith’s?

Because Keith is part Galra.

In other words, S3-4′s Shiro is as far away as possible from how the pre-kerberos Shiro looked, and as such, he is the prime candidate for clone speculation.

However…is this the end? Is this where we draw the line? Just because S3-4′s Shiro is probably a clone, does that mean that S1-2′s is real? Keep in mind this is just speculation, however, it really shouldn’t be ignored:

I believe, it might be possible, that both Shiros are clones. 

Here’s why:

If S3-4′s Shiro is a clone, it would explain why his eyes are such a color. Keith mostly likely has the eye color he does due to his Galra genes. If Shiro was cloned, they probably worked with some sort of other cells to work besides just the original Shiro’s, since they would have to make his body function with Galra technology (quintessence/Haggar’s weird ass magic stuff/whatever). Why do I say this? 

Assuming Shiro’s arm is based in science and not magic, and considering that Shiro has to mentally activate the arm and stores information from his brain in it, that means it is biologically connected to Shiro. Usually when attaching a foreign limb, doing an organ transplant, etc, people have a biological component in their genes that accept the foreign entity. This is why people have to be compatible with their donor and/or take medicine after the transplant to make sure their body doesn’t reject it. This means that Shiro has to have some part of him that is Galra in nature or is being given something through his arm that allows him to live with said arm. 

Sure, that explains why S3 and 4′s Shiro is a clone, because of the eyes, but where is the support for S1 and S2′s Shiro being a clone too? 

His hair.

It’s joked that Shiro’s hair went white due to stress that the arena put him through, but think about the “default” hair color of a person’s hair that was exposed to quintessence after dying and that WASN’T Galra by nature?

If Haggar exposed Shiro to quintessence, there is no guarantee that he would have silver hair after the fact. After all, Keith’s hair didn’t turn white when he got sprayed with quintessence. In fact, Haggar’s hair didn’t turn white until she died and then was resurrected with quintessence either. 

Notice the phrasing, until she died.

If quintessence was used on an “unsuccessful” clone of Shiro to bring it back to life, this would explain the white hair. This would explain why the Shiro we know in S1 and 2 has white hair. Because he is a clone that was created using quintessence. It’s also the reason why he is able to use the Galra arm, because of the clone cells in his body.

 In other words, it’s pretty likely that both Shiro’s are clones. Or…the more grim explanation for why S1 and 2′s hair is white…

Our Shiro died long ago and was resurrected with quintessence.

By Heart [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 7.3k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

By Heart Masterlist

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Having your heart broken once was something that could change your whole world. It made everything feel like it had been shifted. Like there were bits of sadness tucked into every corner of things you used to enjoy. Like the sky was never blue, but a dull grey that reflected the way you felt when the demons came out. Like ghosts were suddenly so very real, and haunting you every day in the form of lingering memories that made your chest ache. Like everything was a creation just there to mock you and remind you that somehow, someway, you weren’t worth it. You had messed up. It felt like the world changed, when in reality, it hadn’t.

You had.

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TAZ drunk headcanons

-Magnus is a hyper rambunctious drunk surprising no one

-his “training” gets more intense. Now he’s jumping out screaming his name and tripping over his own feet and landing on his face

-Taako is a sleepy drunk

-when he’s tipsy he’s down to party but once he’s good and drunk he starts dozing off and has to be shaken awake

-Lup on the other hand wakes the fuck up and gets lit

-theyve had to extinguish a lot of fires

-Merle is a soulful drunk. He starts talking a lot about god and the afterlife and what matters

-Lucretia is a quiet giggly drunk

- you can’t tell she’s drunk except for when you say something that isn’t even really that funny and she just giggles

-Barry is a “FIGHT ME” drunk

-Lup laughs so hard holding him back from fighting Magnus

-no one can tell when Avi is drunk. He might be drunk right now.

-no one remembers Angus’s first drink cause they all got fucked up but Angus said he’d prefer not to drink again. He did however have fun solving the mystery of what they did last night and how Taako ended up in fantasy jail

-Killian DOES NOT get drunk she has HELLA TOLERANCE

-Carey giggles more than Lucretia does and does little sleight of hand pickpocketing tricks

Alright, so now I’ll get into a bit of detail with what was happening while making these gifs (and don’t worry, I’m fine. Sometimes it’s just fun to talk about what was happening when you acted something out, y’know?) 

1: ACTING: Okay, this day I had a really hard time getting ANY tears whatsoever. I was dry as a bone. So I ended up using eyedrops for this. *sighs*

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Evil Yours, Now Evil Mine // Kai Anderson

Originally posted by gabbiesworld


A/N: I’m selfishly relieved to be writing Kai again. I feel like I write him better than the rest of Evan’s characters. So! This is based off a request where someone wanted Kai to meet a girl whose only fear was her own mind. I also had countless requests for rough Kai.

Side note: This fic is my absolute pride and joy.

This is specifically for my homegurl @fragilelikeabomb0106 <3 And myself. Because I’m a Kai whore.

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT! And language.

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“Kaito said it best… I’m not alone. That’s right. I have friends.
Not just my friends here, but also friends who have died… They
all gave us their hope too. That’s why… I’m going to live.
I want to live for everyone who died. Despair cannot defeat me.
I will hold on, and survive no matter what. Thank you… Kaito.”

Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 6 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … or not

Warnings: Smut, and everything that comes with it

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta! 

Read Part 1 here! l Read Part 2 here! l Read Part 3 here! l Read Part 4 here! l Read Part 5 here! l Read Deleted Scene here!

(Y/n) (Y/l/n) and Dean Winchester

And even if his feelings were all to clear to him there still was a thing he could learn for sure: Your true feelings about him.

The sites appeared in front of him, ready for him to choose any of them. His eyes focused slightly on the photos that first came into view of the two of you. They seemed to be high quality and he actually remembered the scenery they were depicting. Until he realized it: it was from actual episodes of Supernatural. There was also one of the two of you really close to each other, faces only inches away and he searched in his mind to remember when that had actually happened.

Unless it was about to happen?

Dean shook his head, clenching his jaw to fight away the second thoughts. He needed something more true, more sure and not what his hopeful mind made up because of his heart. He decided to click on the first link that came up. It was about a site with the “(Y/n) and Dean” tag and several powts there from different people, pointing out their opinions and others posting pictures. He once more saw that photo of the two of you close to each other but he just scrolled past it, reading on the small posts. Most of them were about things he had taken notice of himself, during his everyday life and, well, the episodes they saw.

There was one thing people pointed out the most and that was the looks you would give him when he was not looking.

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all offence but i’m tired of 20+ yr old dude bro gamers bitching about the cringe factor whenever chloe price, a 16 yr old girl, complains about something in before the storm. like yes the dialogue is cringy sometimes but you can just tell it goes beyond it being cringy and starts going into how 20+ year old dude bro gamers can’t help but make fun of a 16 yr old girl’s problems bc its become culture to make fun of anything a teenage girl says or does for the sake of being funny bc everything they do is stupid or cringeworthy and everything they like is ridiculous and dumb.

bc no matter what they do they’re either being “fake geek” or “fake edgy” or basic or whatever the hell people want to shit on them for. it’s become so standard that whatever teenage girls do is “stupid” and they obsess over stupid things no matter what they are. it’s so common, that a 16 yr old girl, A 16 YEAR OLD, can’t think the world is out to get them or have any angst or rebel in anyway without it being cringy and stupid and dumb and be compared to fan fiction. it’s to the point where a 16 yr old girl can’t act her age without getting shit for it and it’s fucking gross and it needs to end