there is nothing left to accomplish

Ten things to do in 2017:

1. Take it a day at a time. You don’t have to know what you’re doing the next day or even the next hour. I’ve learned that the more you think in the future, the shorter the day seems and the months fly past you and you’re left feeling discontent and unsatisfied. It’s almost like everything has been in a blur, and you find yourself saying, “the year went by so fast”, even though you haven’t accomplished much. So do everything in the moment of ‘now’, and cherish each minute like it’s the last minute you have.

2. Let it go. You know nothing is going to change, because you can’t change people unless they truly want to and you can’t change the past either, and the sooner you realize this, you will spend more time being happy than in a constant battle with your mind and your heart. They need to rest too.

3. Take risks. If you never take any, the moment that turned out for the worst could have turned out for the best. This works vice-versa as well, but either way, you will learn from these experiences. You won’t forget how rapidly your heart was beating in these moments and how electric you felt. It will be worth it in the end, trust me.

4. Call up that person that you didn’t spend enough time getting to know, simply because you were too distracted with somebody else or just didn’t feel like you’d become something more than acquaintances. Greet strangers and embrace the idea of diversity. Ask questions about different cultures, morals, ideas, beliefs; educate yourself as much as you can.

5. Go ahead and wear that outfit you keep telling yourself that it doesn’t look good on you. You bought it because you liked it, yes? So, show it to the whole damn world. If you do it with a smile and confidently squared shoulders—even better. You are beautiful.

6. Instead of procrastinating and wallowing in self-pity, get up and do something. Sitting around is not going to do much but make you feel horrible, and you’ll create scenarios that may not even exist or be as big in your head that will cause matters to become worse. You want this to be your year of explosive progress? Set goals and strive to achieve them. You want to look back at the end of the year and say, “I did good”.

7. Spend more time with your family or friends. Build a support system so strong, that you will never feel lonely. In fact, this support system will lead you to feeling content even when you are alone, because you won’t feel the constant need to either be with someone or have somebody who loves you, because you know you’ll have people who love you and the more love you surround yourself with, the easier it becomes to love yourself too.

8. Be kind always and be angry when you need to be. Stand up for the ideas that you believe in and don’t back down from them just because you have a different opinion. Learn to love the sound of your voice when it bounces off the walls of a classroom full of people, because your voice has the power to change a million minds. Remember, you are allowed to feel whatever it is you feel.

9. Go on more road trips or just take a few minutes to be outside by yourself. Inhale and exhale the air around you. Watch the stars, the sunset, the sunrise, the birds flying in the sky, the cars passing by. Walk in the rain sometimes without an umbrella, instead of running. Let the sunlight soak your skin more often. God, isn’t the world itself beautiful?

10. Be faithful. This is the year you hoped to be better. Don’t let anything stop you from achieving that, because you are limitless as long as you believe yourself to be.

—  Ten things to do in 2017
I know you don’t feel it right now but you are stronger than you ever dreamed possible.
A person’s strength is not judged by the effortlessness of their accomplishment …. in fact, it’s just the opposite.
Strength is when you feel you cannot possibly endure and yet you find it within yourself to continue on; In spite of difficulty, in spite of doubt, in spite of the pain.
Strength is facing every imaginable adversity and the constant possibility of failure and still giving it everything you’ve got.
Strength is not about whether you succeed or fail – it’s the fact you battled on despite your struggle. It is in every moment you felt like you couldn’t do it, every moment you felt like you had nothing left of yourself to give and every moment it would be easier to just give up – but you kept on fighting.
The moment you realize your true strength is not when you look back on an accomplishment – but when you reflect on what you went through to achieve it and feel proud of yourself for never giving up.

shigeo: “the reason you’re so hostile towards me. you hate your own kind. you are a little like me. not the fact that you have psychic powers… it’s your lack of self confidence. take away your psychic power, and you have nothing left. you’d be an empty shell. you know that, and you are afraid. that’s why you want me gone. you don’t want to admit that without psychic power, you can’t accomplish anything.”


Frozen First Dates (DJWiFi)



Alya didn’t know what was more uncomfortable; being frozen in a classroom minutes before her first official date with Nino, or listening to an akuma’s off-pitch renditions of Disney songs.

It had been a bad string of luck as Alya had tried to plan her first date with Nino. Between school, work, Ladyblogging, and general personal lives, it had been hard to find a spare moment for her supposed boyfriend, let alone enough moments to string together in the form of a date. Still, Alya was nothing if not resourceful, persistent, and dedicated. Once set to a goal, her mind ran like a wayward clockwork soldier until she accomplished her goal. So, in due time, her mission was complete. Her dress had been laid out (courtesy of Marinette), a table for two had been booked at a nice, yet non-threatening bistro on the river, and all that was left to do was finish their Friday classes and begin what would hopefully be the first chapter in a stunning romantic relationship.

…the only problem was that half the town was frozen by an akuma who labored under the delusion that people still wanted to hear Frozen songs in 2016.

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TFW you realise this volume has only 4 episodes left and the writers have accomplished exactly nothing in developing characters or addressing trauma from the fall of Beacon

Not to mention one of the main characters being in fewer then a third of the episodes so far.

And no background characters some of us have grown to love have showed up.

Idk it just feels like such wasted potential.

I love the show, I just hope they can turn it around..

“I fucked up by letting you become everything to me while I pushed away everyone that was here for me because all I needed was you to be here and that was good enough. I didn’t ever think if we didn’t work out. I’d be left with nothing because it was always me and you against the world. I got used to the fact of being alone even when I’m in a room full of people with all the attention on me. I let you be that person I always go to when some good shit happens and now I don’t even celebrate my accomplishments, I just keep it movin’. I don’t want you back but I’ll always have love for you.”

A little 2 am love note to my girl 💕
Just got out of your bed to get myself a bowl of cereal and realized that today leaves me with just one week left with you until I have to head back to my place 😔 honestly breaks my heart to have to go because I’m leaving my one true home …
The past two weeks have been the most incredible days of my life baby ❤️ everything I got to experience with you and everything I got to see … I would have never done without you :) I got to accomplish quite a bit off my bucket list :)
But to be truthful …. the most amazing part of my trip had nothing to do with the the activities we did or the gifts that I got (even though I LOVE sooooo very much and I hope you know that I totally am spoiled by you my lil otterball) it was spending every day with you :) it was being able to fall asleep with you from that very first night I got here to waking up every morning in your arms and to your absolutely amazing kisses :) it was to see the way you always look at me with that love in your eyes and to feel your hands in mine and to be able to hug you and kiss you whenever I wanted.
Writing this does bring tears to my eyes because I really don’t want to go … but I’ll be back and this is only temporary until we can be together forever :) it’ll make us stronger :) I love you baby girl with all my heart 💕
P.S. you are so beautiful when you sleep ;)

Every time I get to travel to a new location I feel a sense of accomplishment. I remember when we left on our quick weekend road trip knowing we would have only a couple hours of sleep, if that, but we were so excited for the adventure that awaited us! Every expedition, every plane ticket, and every road trip is a start to a new perspective. There is so much beauty to see and every time I get to travel I feel like I am escaping the troubles of reality, these moments take me away and nothing else matters but the experiences of the present moment. Being able to share these moments with you is something I’m glad I have the opportunity to do.
@beautifuldestinations #BDTeam

Oh look, more Sasuke and Sakura, because I cannot stop. Please send help.

Sometimes, when she wakes up in the morning, blinks away the last remnants of sleep and stretches her arms above her head, Sakura expects to find herself alone, as if nothing had changed, as if she were still back in Konoha - wishing, hoping for any sign of the boy she loved even while she kept herself busy, almost too busy, kept her mind occupied with work so she couldn’t dwell on what she knew she shouldn’t dwell on. Most of the time, she succeeded; her vocation, though physically and mentally exhausting, left her feeling accomplished, filled her with a sense of purpose, and whenever she visited the clinic her heart swelled so much she thought it might burst. There was her legacy, her mark on the world, her proof that all the struggle was worth it. At heart, she was a medic first and a ninja second, and she had her mentor to thank for that.

But she was also only human, and her thoughts did stray in the moments she let her guard down, asking a million questions: Where is he? What is he doing right now? Did he really mean it, when he said he would come back? Is he - thinking about me at all? Have my feelings reached him, and could he, possibly, return them? She had no answers, not a single one. All she had were his fingers tapping her forehead, his there and gone smile when he left her. She hated to admit it, but she clung to those things, tightly.

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chara likes to kill for fun, too.

(undertale spoilers)

chara’s “perverted sentimentality” speech may lead people to believe that they dislike the act of murder to some extent, even at the end of the genocide route. that seems unlikely, however.

in truth, chara is simply perplexed by the player’s desire to keep around a boring world with nobody in it. with nobody to interact with and nothing left to find, chara makes it clear that “there is nothing left for us here.” the world is barren and “pointless” now that all options have been exhausted. when chara mentions that they “cannot understand these feelings any more,” they are referring specifically to the player’s choice to not erase the world: “this feeling you have. this is what i spoke of.”

as it turns out, chara is pleased with the player as long as the player agrees with them – that “this pointless world” should be erased so that the two can “move on to the next.” in fact, not only is chara content with the player, they go as far as to compliment them: “right. you are a great partner.”

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so if chara isn’t berating the player for killing again and again in the genocide route end, what does this mean for chara’s view on killing? in particular, one of chara’s actions independent of the player stands out – their reaction to defeating sans.

if sans is killed but the game is reloaded to a point before his death, he’ll share some extra dialogue. 

after he’s killed once:

after he’s killed twice or more:

as chara is “THE ONE IN CONTROL” at this point, has just previously expressed their “creepy face” to flowey, and was the one to deliver the killing blow on sans, it’s implied that sans is speaking of chara’s reaction (rather than frisk’s). if the expression is similar to the one they recently showed to flowey, this face is likely a smile, suggesting that chara actually enjoys tormenting sans by killing him repeatedly with the help of the player.

furthermore, chara continues to encourage the killing of monsters in subsequent genocide routes: they still provide the save point kill counts; they berate the player if they fail to kill snowdrake; they advise the player to finish off the monsters in waterfall before reaching undyne; the exclamation mark above frisk’s head upon encounters still changes to a smiley face. additionally, when asked whether or not the player will erase the world, if “do not” is selected, chara will laugh while destroying the world regardless. (the soulless pacifist route also ends in chara’s laughter.) none of these things speak to someone who dislikes killing or being cruel.

there is even a statement from chara in the undertale demo that confirms their enjoyment in killing – when the genocide route is completed in the demo, the following is seen at the end:

in red text and in first-person, chara describes the demo’s genocide route is as “fun.” not only do they advocate and enjoy it, but they encourage the player to finish what they started in the full version of the game.

despite chara suggesting that a different path be taken on the next route, they show no resistance and will continue actively encouraging the genocide route once it is triggered. based on this, chara seems to enjoy killing in the genocide and soulless pacifist routes.


Ah yes if it wasn’t the classical portrayal of teenage angst in the flesh. Man, why did it have to be all the weird grumpy people left around these days anyways? All they ever did was mope and complain and swear aimless vengeance on others accomplishing nothing. What a damn shame. But regardless, the woman gave a small smile, it could be worse honestly; at least it wasn’t Arkarium. She’d had more than enough of his mindless drivel and whiny defenses as to why they shouldn’t just leave him to suffer in that poor excuse of a host body he slithered into.

“You certainly don’t drag yourself here often, what’s the occasion?” Hilla asked him with a tilt of her head. “I’m amazed that you’re still fighting for control in that body, you’d think Luminous would find it pointless by now, no? Then again if he had any semblance of a brain you wouldn’t be here, would you?” An eyebrow was raised as the final question was posed. It wasn’t often that she even bothered to speak to Eclipse, he was hostile and wasn’t that exciting to prod at.

“If you’re here for the Black Mage, I wouldn’t bother right now. Arkarium is throwing another temper tantrum about how he has any sort of use. It’s getting incredibly pathetic.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course, he’d probably be more than happy to see you to get a break from that. Or are you just here because you have nothing better to do with yourself?”

I don’t think people are quite getting why gamers are speaking up about the “butt pose”.

It’s not because anyone “needs” it.  It’s not the “worst thing that’s ever happened to us”.  It honestly has nothing whatseoever to do with sexuality.

No one would have called for it if it hadn’t been in the game.  Even if it’s removed, the player can just rotate the camera if they really wanted to see the character’s backside.  Gamers aren’t actually losing anything here.

The only reason we’re talking about it is because the backlash against it is so utterly pointless.  What is removing a stock pose going to accomplish?  Nothing.  What could it possibly cause if it was left in the game?  Nothing.  Like, hello: We’re living in an age where you can access free hardcore pornography with little difficulty.  Anyone that wanted to could see a lot more than a butt.

Besides, what are you saying about women if seeing a spandex butt is such a big deal?  Women walk around in yoga pants and leggings all the time.  Are they supposed to feel ashamed for doing so now?  You’re just trying to mystify the female body.  As a woman, I’m not okay with that.  That’s saying to girls, “Your body is something that must be hidden”.

All of you that are raising such a fuss about a bunch of polygons need to find more worthwhile uses for your time.  We’re just sitting back and shaking our heads as we watch you stir yourselves into a frenzy.  It’s also sad how you’re desperately trying to convince yourselves that we’re all guys, and that we “need” a tiny glimpse of a fictional behind in an age where a person can just type “naked butt” into Google and be inundated by a waterfall of ass. 

TL;DR: You’re acting like a bunch of conservative soccer moms while gamers are just sitting back and laughing at you.  And anyway, if you don’t plan on buying the game, then it doesn’t concern you, and your opinion about it means nothing.  Once companies realize that you’re not the ones supporting them, they’ll go back to ignoring you, and won’t lose any noticable amount of business because of it.  Corporations give less than a shit about the opinions of anyone with an open mouth, but a closed wallet.

I want to find someone who is willing to drive around at 3am. I want to make amazing memories with them. Go on adventures, discover the unknown, go left instead of right for a change. I want someone who doesn’t let fear keep them from trying something new.
I want to be able to have smart conversations with them and then transition to talking about absolutely nothing. I want them to have opinions and make me think.
I want to be able to spill all of my deepest secrets to them and cry and laugh and tell them all of my childhood memories. I want to us to laugh so hard we cry and our stomachs hurt because of the stupid jokes we tell.
I want us to be able to share our life goals and share bucket lists and help each other accomplish things.
I want a best friend I can count on no matter what, because the love between us has no limits and shows no boundaries that we are incapable of crossing. I want to be able to tell my kids stories of the many adventures we had and show them pictures of us.
I really want to share a love this strong with somebody because they know I’ll always be there for them too.

(closed starter for @hopefulprimrose)

The last glimmer of light had faded from the sigil-strewn floor, and the silence that hung over the Temporal Crossroads was deafening. Alvin had stared at where Milla had been standing for a very long time, before he finally lowered his eyes.

“And just like that, she’s gone,” he unknowingly echoed Jude’s words about him in Nia Khera, Cut adrift from his family, and sure he was no longer welcome now that Gaius had been defeated, he nevertheless stayed rooted to the spot.

He had nowhere to go. Nothing left to accomplish. Somewhere beneath the surface he could feel the first bubbles of a fresh round of despair. Fighting that off seemed harder than facing His Majesty again.

He bit back a sigh and slowly put away his weapons, only to feel eyes on him. On him? Why? He lifted his head to lock gazes with Jude. Of course. He should have known.

madefromfreedom  asked:

truth serum: why do you SUCK


Because you saw it fit to destroy everything I stood for and everything I accomplished. You took what you wanted and you left me with nothing. And for what? Some kind of game? What did you do with it all? You take and you ruin without hesitation, so long as it furthers your blissful end. Forget everyone else’s. You’re a selfish, insolent brat and you only think of yourself, not of anything else, not of anyone else. 

You try going through the things I have gone through, then see how you come out. We aren’t all born with silver spoons in our mouths, boy. I had to build myself back up from nothing, from ruins; nobody helped me. Don’t you dare tell me you understand what that’s like, because you don’t. I never had anything handed to me in my life

I was something to be proud of. I meant something. And I will mean something again. Then I’ll be the one asking you this question, Jones.

Daily Monster 347: Galtzagorri

Region of origin: Basque Country, Spain

A form of imp named after its distinctive red pants, the galtzagorri are small creatures that will, working together as a group, rapidly accomplish work and chores for people. Traditionally their story involves the imps being acquired by a lazy man to finish all his tasks until he has nothing left for them to do, which drives them into a fury and in their rage they undo all the work they had done, leaving the man where he started and taught the lesson that he should have just done his own work in the first place.

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The tranquility of so uneventful a trek left Judeau feeling bored as he rode atop his steed through the snow. Before him was a sight that drew the breath from his lungs; the sprawl of thousands of men, each dutifully marching ahead towards Gallia. From so far back within the formation, Judeau felt a swell of pride as he remembered that only a few years ago, the entire Band of the Hawk consisted of two clueless young boys with nothing more than a few coins between them and a stolen horse to call their own.

But now, seeing what Griffith had accomplished, Judeau couldn’t help but feel sentimental. He wondered if this was how Griffith felt when he laid eyes upon the men who risked their lives for his dream.

Judeau eventually became distracted by lighthearted conversation with one of his fellow Shades. It was welcomed by one who was probably just as weary of travel as the other… and to think they had so much longer to go. Now that he thought about it, he wondered how his parents made it without being accosted by bandits. Perhaps it had been unfair of him to ask them to some such a long way… and in the end, they hadn’t the joy of seeing him married after all.

Amidst the idle banter between them, there suddenly broke through the valley a thunderous uproar. The two of them drew silent and directed their eyes ahead, witnessing from a distance the influx of enemy soldiers closing in on the Hawks from the forests that lined their path. It only took a moment before the sound of many a battle horn filled the air to bring attention to the sudden skirmish; it took very little to inspire immediate action all around him.

His immediate concern was his family who had no business suffering the hardships of so unexpected an act of war. He rode to them, voice firm and devoid of panic. “Stay within the wagon and do not come out for any reason!” he shouted through the uproar, trusting that his father knew how to protect himself and his mother were things to go downhill; but the Raiders protected the flank, and Judeau would trust them to defend without mercy.

The air shook with the sounds of war, that of galloping horses, clashing swords, and and endless sea of voices. Judeau rode towards the enemy soldiers, swords drawn as he laid eyes upon the banners of Midland’s army. Though Griffith had warned of this, Judeau felt a pit in his stomach. His efforts to protect the Band of the Hawk with a squad of informants had miserably failed. Surely the lot of them were long since dead.

Fighting valiantly against his foes, Judeau remained at the flank with the Raiders to protect their supplies. He struck down a number of them before a sliver of sound met his ears, and altogether his heart stopped. Turning his eyes to the sky above, his absolute worst fear was realized.

Three whistling arrows in succession, each trailed by fluttering black cloth.

“No..!” he all but screamed, the force of air that left his lungs all but painful as he became lost to panic. It was a coded message, one that heralded the fall of the White Hawk, the one he loved above all others, one so cherished that he could not face a single day without. For the first time ever, Judeau abandoned his post, heart racing so furiously that he heard nothing but the beat of it in his ears. He clashed swords, every movement marred and blocked by his enemies. No matter how he tried, Judeau could not breach the sea of warring soldiers that separated him from Griffith, vision blurred by tears born of desperation and fear, one he’d never known until that moment.

The futility of his search was lost to him.


Prompt: Mr. Quinlan gets dark urges and cannot stop himself from resisting you.


“Slave driver,” you grumbled under your breath as you climbed shakily to your feet. Quinlan said nothing, even though you know he’d heard you just fine. However, you did spot the corner of his lips twitch up at your remark, something that made you duck your head to hide a small grin. You considered it an accomplishment anytime you appealed to his sense of humor. After a moment to catch your breath, he came at you once more, engaging you in a fierce duel. Both of you were using fake wooden swords for this training. It still hurt like a bitch when he caught you off guard though. He’d really been pressing your left side, where you were weaker at defense. It was hard, but necessary work, and it really did help with your combat skills. You were much better now than when you started this with him.

It wasn’t only the skills you gained from the training that you liked. You had been crushing hard on Quinlan for quite a while now and secretly enjoyed the brief moments where he pinned you down and you could feel the heat and strength of his body. You had picked up small hints that your interest was mutual, like the way he’d look at you, or how he’d hesitate briefly before pulling away from you after besting you in combat. It was fairly distracting to think about, especially when you were fighting. As if he could sense your lack of focus, Quinlan pressed in, increasing the speed and force of his attacks.

Silently cursing yourself for letting your mind wander, you stumbled backwards when your foot caught the ground in a bad way and you began to fall. A month ago, that would have been it, but you were better than that now. You let your momentum carry you into a roll, unfortunately scraping the right side of your face and neck on the hard floor before pushing yourself back onto your feet again. It was a good recovery, but not good enough, and you found yourself quickly disarmed in a single strike, then tackled from the side and pinned to the wall. Naturally, a scolding followed.

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soberenough  asked:

’ don’t worry, i never get caught. ’

【⚜】 – @soberenough || In which Yuffie’s not buying into Reno’s delusions.

Pursing her lips, which she thoughtfully tapped with an extended middle finger, a gesture clearly less innocent than the angelic expression lighting the ninja’s features, Kisaragi rocked from left to right, shoulders slanting against the sway of her hips. It wasn’t that she was worried per se, but something was bothering her nonetheless.

See, the Turk’s claim, as far as the brunette could tell, was nothing short of fanfaronade, but to assure herself that such was the case, Yuffie attempted the very thing that the assassin claimed couldn’t be done: unraveling from her contemplative stance, she happily pounced Reno’s back, hands finding broad shoulders, feet locking across tone abs.

Mission thus accomplished, the easily excitable troublemaker crowed in triumph.

“Caught ya!”

The picture on the left was exactly what motivated me to start my fitness journey. It was a group picture with friends and classmates and we were working an event so we were all wearing the same clothes. Nothing makes it easier to compare yourself to others than matching and taking pictures. I kept this group picture pinned to my desktop so I could see it and remind myself why I was doing this. (Not a healthy motivation technique, and I’ve totally overcome that now, no worries.)

Anyway, this is it. This is what I’ve accomplished in less than a year. Really just in the last six months mostly.

Left: April 2015, 235 pounds. Hating myself.

Right: December 2015, 180 pounds, loving myself.