theres only one me

I never went to a Linkin Park concert. I don’t own all of their albums. There are songs they made that I don’t like. Some might say I wasn’t really a fan. It’s true, I wasn’t a fan per say. Sometimes I didn’t listen to their songs for months. I didn’t even think about them. But somehow they were always there in me.

At 12, as I was becoming aware of what dying and living meant, of what was the meaning of “legacy” was, of the person I wanted to be, Leave Out All The Rest played on repeat in my head 

At 13, when I started to realize I had been and still was a victim of verbal and emotional abuse from my father, it was Numb who helped me get through it

At 15, when my first wave of depression hit, my heart cried but also rested on Shadow of the Day on my way to and back from highschool

At 16, I became aware of both the terrible and beautiful things humankind could do willingly; thank you What I’ve Done and Hands Held High for keeping me steady against this madness

At 17, when depression hit me real hard, when all I wanted was for everything to end and I was ready to take my own life, Iridescent told me to let it go 

At 19, One More Light was there to help me accept that caring as much as I did was a strength and not a weakness and that gentleness and kindness were very much needed in the era we live in

Throughout my teenage years and at most defining points of my identity, Linkin Park was there. Chester Bennington’s voice was there to tell me that it was okay, that I wasn’t alone or that I should move my ass.

I truly feel loss today.

I think one of the reasons the Harry Potter Epilogue was so poorly received was because the audience was primarily made up of the Millennial generation.

We’ve walked with Harry, Ron and Hermione, through a world that we thought was great but slowly revealed itself to be the opposite. We unpeeled the layers of corruption within the government, we saw cruelty against minorities grow in the past decades, and had media attack us and had teachers tell us that we ‘must not tell lies’. We got angry and frustrated and, like Harry, Ron and Hermione, had to think of a way to fight back. And them winning? That would have been enough to give us hope and leave us satisfied.

But instead. There was skip scene. And suddenly they were all over 30 and happy with their 2.5 children.

And the Millennials were left flailing in the dust.

Because while we recognised and empathised with everything up to that point. But seeing the Golden Trio financially stable and content and married? That was not something our generation could recognise. Because we have no idea if we’re ever going to be able to reach that stage. Not with the world we’re living in right now.

Having Harry, Ron and Hermione stare off into the distance after the battle and wonder about what the future might be would have stuck with us. Hell, have them move into a shitty flat together and try and sort out their lives would have. Have them with screaming nightmares and failed relationships and trying to get jobs in a society that’s falling apart would have. Have them still trying to fix things in that society would have. Because we known Voldemort was just a symptom of the disease of prejudice the Wizarding World.

But don’t push us off with an 'all was well’. In a world about magic, JK Rowling finally broke our suspension of disbelief by having them all hit middle-class and middle-age contentment and expecting a fanbase of teenagers to accept it.

Also. Since when was 'don’t worry kids, you’re going to turn out just like your parents’ ever a happy ending? Does our generation even recognise marriage and money and jobs as the fulfillment of life anymore? Does our generation even recognise the Epilogue’s Golden Trio anymore?

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

For being someone who’s always sleeping or talking about sleeping or wishing he were asleep Aizawa sure likes being up late at night, doesn’t he

who would have thought I’d have found yet another reason for finding this man relatable

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Day 6: Protect!!
He doesn’t like being protected….

Kiribaku week is almost over D: What are we gonna do with our lives?!?!!

@kiribakuweek2k17


Cheers,
~Joy

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“Also, I will not tolerate cusses in this household, Nico.”

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@got7hyungnet get to know you project
            mark in flannel throughout the years for @ulttuan


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Bethyl Appreciation Week 2017:

↳ ‘Day 4: Favourite Underrated Moment’

au where arthur is a wizard that leaves magic society to teach english literature 

me: damn……. wish i had some friends so i’m not so lonely when i’m watchin my favorite movie :/

me: guess theres………….only one way to approach this situation….

*steps in front of oncoming car holding up and waving my ratatouille special edition dvd* hey you wanna watch- [tires screeching] [glass shattering] [woman shrieking] [telephone pole collapsing] [car alarms blaring]

anonymous asked:

Also if you make a shop can I request something for it?

Okay I’m gonna use this ask to let everyone know that I did make a shop

Look at that, amazing, nearly no one believed I would anymore - I’ve been slowly adding stuff to it (real slowly, it takes forever to update things), but if there’s anything between what I’ve posted here you’d like to see on it please do let me know!

As far as requesting I draw new specific stuff for it goes, it depends on what you request! Try asking, you never know!

The struggles of liking vore
  • "Normal person": Hey, do you like vore?
  • Me: ... What kind?
  • "Normal Person": There's more than one kind?
  • Me: Soft or hard. Fatal or non-fatal. Micro or Same Size. The list goes on and on.
  • "Normal Person": ...
  • Me: Oh, by the way, I'm one of the only sane ones in the community. Good luck.

Um. I started a new AU. I couldn’t concentrate on any other project until I got this one out. >.>;;;;; So uh yeah this was this entire week. It’s a pretty darn big post. This AU will hopefully contain itself to the one post maybe one more

Going up tomorrow night! As usual, I’ll try to get it up 8PM EST. Lemme try to stick to my own self-imposed deadline and not be 3 hours late this time! ;A;

(Genuinely curious to see if anyone can guess an AU and/or crossover of what since I’ve cropped + censored out all costume details…I’m pretty sure I haven’t let anything slip publicly…? reply to this post to let me know what you think ;D)

i want someone to know me. not like “oh yea i know her” but actually genuinely knowing everything about me. i want someone to think of me and instantly know that i hate peas. i want someone to know the way i usually hold my pinky up when drinking (only) cold things. i want someone to randomly hug me even when it seems like im holding myself up, just because they know im not really okay. i want someone to know how i twirl my hair constantly and how i have to wait for my food to cool down before eating it. i want someone to know when im walking toward them just by the sound of my footsteps. i want someone to notice the way i push my glasses up and i want someone to automatically ask me “you gonna take a picture?” before i even reach for my phone when we see mixed colors in the sky or things i feel the need to take pictures of just because they know the types of things i photograph. i want someone to know that my favorite cereal is frosted flakes and when i go on car rides i always forget to put shoes on because i love to walk around barefoot so much, its become a bad habit. i want someone to know that my absolute favorite animal is elephants and i want someone to look at my handwriting and know instantly that its mine. i want someone to know and understand the way that i am because sometimes i have no idea why im this way myself. i want someone to want to know what goes on in my mind. i wanna be so close with someone that they know every goddamn fact there is to know about me.

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Part 1 of [?] - What if the RT channels/shows were ‘Rooster Teeth Originals’ on Netflix: Lets Play, Achievement Hunter & Funhaus