there-i-did-it-myself

Danielle Reyes played an amazing game. She is the best big brother player ever and even CBS know that. They changed the rules because she was ROBBED. Hell even Lisa said Danielle was the better player.

And for all these bitter Beckys to vote for Lisa because she was nice and Danielle lied. Fuck all of them, minus Jason. This is Big Brother not Big Brother’s best friend. DANIELLE REYES DESERVED MORE THAN ONE VOTE.

anonymous asked:

it says on genji's blackwatch skin description that overwatch's cyberneticists are who upgraded genji. not mercy.

[regarding this post]

Thank you for the info.

For sure there was a team dedicated to taking care of Genji. I am sorry if this sounds like an excuse but considering Mercy was his attending doctor and Genji was unstable and hysterical, it makes sense to me that she was the one to check him up and get some brief feedback from him. Also Mercy’s tech kept Genji alive and helped him heal faster and better during the cybernization process so she was essential to his days in OW. I thought about adding a crew working in the background but it would affect how the whole thing goes so I presented the story as it is now.

Here have a cruel and shitty joke.

anonymous asked:

To be honest, I don't think any spider-man movie is ever gonna really feel complete for me until it has the trio that surrounds Peter Parker: Aunt May, J. Jonah Jameson, and Mary Jane Watson. I love other supporting spider-man characters, but those are the big three.

did i write myself this

but i agree wholeheartedly anon

Now that my birthday is done with, I’d like to draw something for Pride but I can’t think of anything. I’d like to keep on drawing something every day (empty sketchbooks are sad). Anyone have prompts to throw at me?

(I did draw myself a birthday present yesterday, but it turned into a Wurr spoiler so I can’t show it yet.)

I had. The worst day. It was my moving day and my friends said they would help, but they flaked. So I did everything myself, every fucking thing. I can’t even count the number of trips I made and lifted so many heavy things back and forth. Very exhausting. On the last trip back to my old apartment, I had to get Jack, but he refused to go into his carrier or into a cardboard box with air holes and he just screamed and screamed and fought me.

I texted some friends asking for help corralling him but everyone was busy. So I got desperate and carried him to my car in my arms as he screamed in terror and I put him in the backseat and drove him home. He struggled on the walk from the car to the new home too and accidentally gave me the most enormous scratch on my leg. It’s bleeding now but I’m too tired to clean it.

I’m just so tired and angry. I deeply regret the decision to move but my mom says that’s normal since moving is so stressful. I hate the mess but it’ll take around a month for my roommate and I to unpack and get everything settled I think. I wish I had one person, just one person, to help me. Train guy helped load up my car during one of the trips which was nice.

I cried a lot yesterday because of the whole “being single, can’t meet anyone I want to date” thing and I feel like days like this drive it home. When you really need help for once and your parents are across the country, your friends flake on you to do something more fun, and you got no one but your own fucking self to shoulder the burden. I deal with every single fucking thing myself and it gets tiring at times. I’d love to have someone to count on for help.

I’ve been moving for ~12 hours today carrying heavy stuff and walking and I’m tired and disgusted at myself and my life. I wish things were different and I regret so much.

I’m just glad kitty is home safe.

Also, I’ll have no internet at my new place until Saturday, so I guess the involuntary hiatus from tumblr continues.:/

Me, writing papers

Me, weeks before the due date: pff, I don’t have to be an organized student when I have the magical ability to start writing a decent paper two days before I have to submit it

Me, the day before the due date: why did I do this to myself? why am I like this? will past and future Julia never learn what present Julia has to go through?!

Originally posted by fraddit

jamesreadstarot  asked:

Do you read for yourself? And if you do what reading made you laugh?

I do! I tend to pull cards for myself when I’m bored or in a bind. It’s either I’m not really looking for a Message or I am desperate for answers lmao.
As far as a funny experience… probably every reading because the cards tend to put me in my place. I had a reading I did for myself where the cards told me I don’t have enough sex with my husband and that’s why we haven’t conceived. Sorry for the tmi. Hahaha

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‘You once asked me when I decided to become Batwoman.
When did I pick myself up off the bathroom floor and start dreaming about the mask and cape?
As if the idea of fighting crime as a vigilante just hit me like a brick one day.
As if that completely insane choice could ever be the result of just one moment..
I could say it was hearing the gunshot that killed mom.
After that, I knew I would never let anyone I love become a victim again.
I could say it was when I was kicked out of west point, and an 'I’ll show them’ chip sprouted on my shoulder.
Or after Rene left me, and I felt like the ghosts of mom and Beth had torn us apart.
Or when I kicked the hell out of that mugger, even seven bourbons in.
The rush of his bones breaking under my knuckles sobering me up, the adrenaline doing everything the booze had done for me and more.
Or when I saw Batman in person for the first time, and I realized that it could be anyone under that mask, even me.’

- Batwoman Vol 2 #0(2012)

he was a king.

this was the year he was going to die.

may or may not have spent my entire sunday finding obscure indie movies to steal clips from to make this video. idk, you can’t prove anything. 

  • David Cameron: Wow I sure did shoot myself in the foot thinking my side would easily win this special vote I called specifically to boost confidence in my government
  • Theresa May: Hold my beer