Let's face it, this is pretty much exactly how all of us Gravepainters shippers were at first:
Book of Life trailer: *Shows La Muerte and Xibabla in a scene together*
Us: I don’t really know who these two are yet, but they look super cute together, and I am going to ship them either way.
La Muerte and Xibalba: *Are a canon married couple*
Us: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
i honestly hate this idea that if you don’t take 10 selfies a day you don’t love yourself. i love myself i just don’t love my appearance that much. but i do love myself.
anyway i just think this idea is based on the outdated concept that a woman’s worth is her appearance and this is how she’s supposed to value herself as well and nah, i am fun, funny, smart, curious, well-read and kind, my love for myself doesn’t reside in me taking pics of myself and plaster them all over the internet
So, anyone who knows me know thats I’m a giant music nerd at heart and that music was always my first choice for uni (but that didn’t happen and it will never happen at this point so it’s fine). Anyway, anyone who knows me well will also know that I used to be really fucking great at clarinet - and it’s really the only thing that I am proud to admit, because it was pretty much the only thing I was genuinely good at and had a talent for.
But, since I didn’t get the grades to study music at uni (pretty much missed half of year 12 because of anxiety/depression), I haven’t really played since I graduated. And that was at the end of 2013.
And, I really miss it. Music has and always will be a big part of my life, so it’s just something I can completely move on from, y’know?
So. I’ve decided to make use of some of the music books I’ve had sitting in the top of my wardrobe for ages, and I’ve set myself a goal.
you left your old friends behind, and nobody likes you anymore but not like you care so eh
My old friends didn’t like me in the first place,I couldn’t be myself around them and tbh they were pretty childish. (If your idea of a party is sitting around with laptops, well: a party is nusic, dancing, drinking and kissing people. And honestly thats so much more fun.)
I have a bunch of new friends, more then I used to have. People who actually accept me. People with the same intrests. People I don’t have to pretend around. And I am so. So. So glad I moved on.
Crush-kun, who I am still calling Crush-kun because lets face it thats pretty much his moniker on here and Clock doesnt mind it, got a Nintendo Switch and let me play breath of the wild.
And its driving me crazy. I really want to get it for the wiiu because I had SUCH a good time. But I do -not- have the spare income since I used all my spare cash spending time with the bae. A much better use of my funds indeed.
But still, ugh, I can’t stop thinking about playing it. It is so fun.
I’m super excited to see all the Jasper love right now. I mean like beyond elated. She speaks to me so much as a character and so see MY body type represented on TV (especially when she clearly CAN get a redemption arc) just means so much to me. Weight lifting has always been a huge passion and love of mine and to see S T R O N G girls like me on television and she has fans who think shes pretty???? I just am overwhelmed. Thank you, Jasper, for getting me back into a hobby that I gave up because of how “butch” and “unattractive” it made me. Thats why I am begging the Crewniverse not to keep her as a villain. Don’t make her into a muscle-bound asshole who is big and scary thus she can never be good. There’s been redemption for everyone so far. Even ROSE QUARTZ at one point was loyal to Homeworld. So if Jasper is the only one who doesn’t get a redemption arc, in my opinion, it will perpetuate the negative view on strong ladies are “bad or evil or stupid” on kids eyes. Please don’t do that to Jasper.
I’m not sure what I was expecting. I always figured that you would find someone else, a someone else who is not me, and I would be heartbroken. And yet, I’m not. I guess I am stronger than I thought I was, and I got over you, or got over you enough, to not be completely thrown by your news. And I know I asked you why you told me about your new relationship, but I think I know why. I appreciate hearing it from you and not by hearsay. Thank you.
10:30pm thoughts// I’m sure the realization will strike later on, tomorrow, the day after, next week, or maybe (and hopefully) not at all
"I'm okay rlly !!!! Working tomorrow I won't be tired! One more episode it's only 12:30 AM and I don't have to get up till 7:30!! That's 7 hours of sleep and 7 rounds up to 10! That's more than enough!!! Definitely alive!!"
It will never stop confusing me how people in a fandom can find that one character who is certifiably The Worst™ and decide that they’re just a misunderstood angel who needs everyone to stop being so judgmental.
Uh, no. We’re judging them because everything they have done is awful and they’re shown to be horrible people. And that’s not a writing flaw, they can have depth and dimension and still be AWFUL PEOPLE.
Accept it. Stop defending shitty people in narratives.
its difficult. seeing someone you care for so much act as if you cease to exist. and i know i brought this upon us. i told you to forget. and you’re doing a pretty damn good job. bc there’s not much to me. im an average girl. trying to make it out as if im normal. but im awkward and weird and girls aren’t attracted to that. people like skinny girls with pretty faces. people like girls who will kiss them and hug them. i believe in the richest parts of a relationship. the deep stuff. the struggles you’ve been through. that nightmare you keep on having. the scars on your body. your moles and dimples and birth marks. and your bad habits. i wanna get into your mind. but i also want to go out to eat at 2 am and hold your hand and jump on your back and kiss you. i want you to crave me as much as i crave you. and thats not going to happen. because no one gets me. i dont get me. and im not enough. im no one worth waiting for. no one worth staying for. no one better than her. and i’ve accepted that painful fact. i’ve embraced it. and now its killing me. because in my mind. there is an us. but im psychotic to think im good enough. and its not an insecure thing. no. my confidence is fine. i just know compared to her im nothing. im dirt. im somethin you brush off. im not worth it to you. honestly i wouldnt think i was worth it either. so i dont blame you or hate you. i hate myself for caring.