they just got better with age

Name: Kiomi

Age: 15

Location: Netherlands

Occupation: Student

Website: https://literarykiomi.tumblr.com/

The things in this picture are one by one very important to me and have great value. My camera is something I bring with me everywhere I go: traveling or just on a small trip. The little Eiffel Tower is a souvenir that I got from my sister when she visited Paris 2 years ago. It means a lot to me. My sister is sick at the moment and this really makes me feel better, because maybe someday I’ll be able to go to Paris with her. My journal has become very important to me recently, mostly because it’s a place where I can dump all of my thoughts and feelings. It really helps me. The book ‘Every Last Word’ is my favorite book ever, it’s really interesting and it makes me think about life etc. Also My polaroid is of a bunch of my friends and whenever I feel sad I look at it and it makes me feel more happy!

19th birthday… Mr. Jotaro took me to the Aquarium, which was more of a “his” thing than “my” thing. Though it was really nice, since we got to talk about something more than just classwork and Speedwagon Foundation work. Even when he’s my mentor, he’s still my friend.

Then afterwards I hung out with Yukako. She flew all the way in from Morioh, Japan, to Florida, USA, just to spend the weekend with me. I really am lucky that I’m her man, aren’t I? She took me on a date, but she needed me to help direct where we’re going. I know the place better than her, after all!

Then back at my dorm, some college friends gave me a little cake and I got to video-chat with Josuke and Okuyasu. It’s amazing what computers can do in this age, letting us talk from across the world! Rohan even came up to the computer to say hi. I also got to call my mom and my sister. It’s always nice hearing from them. 

It was a pretty normal day, actually. That’s fine, though. I quite like normal days. 

paintingit  asked:

How's you ma fine amazing broskie?!!

Some Psychological troubles here and there with confusing “fiction” and reality (confused if I’m dreaming or not) more often, very tense, anxiety right beside me, talking to myself (the confusing fiction and reality thing), hallucinations most of the time, trouble accepting mum date someone, past starting to affect me and my body, not able to accept my age so I’m just saying time doesn’t ​exist and it’s just something we humans made in order to have.. Order and control and not go into some chaos and stuff but it comforts me, I’m.. coping by doing things i clearly know won’t make things better but.. it gives me a nice comfort of.. thinking i had a choice.. Even if i didn’t.., anyway despite all this and other things like tests and stuff i got some good news!

I uh i got a new air bed yay! I.. have a bed.. Of my own..yay..

Uh..um..oh! After this test essay we most likely won’t have anymore essays to write for the rest of the year! So i guess that’s another good thing! ..um..


I’m controlling my harmful towards others and suicide thoughts! … Well.. harmful to others atleast is better! Heh! …


Who am I kidding? … I’m not ok.. But i don’t know how to make it better.. i know i have you guys so don’t worry but.. Still.. i can’t help but feel empty.. idk i think im just craving physical love NOT EW LOVE just.. love like hugs.. Just.. a gesture that proves that.. I’m appreciated.. Atleast a bit but… Here.. tho i do love you guys but this just feels.. Weird.. and idk WTF it us but I’ve been curious about a partner XD tho i talk to no one nor do i have friends over here! XD idk just curious even if it don’t work! Its a dumb but nice lil thought XDD its stupid ik

… I just.. Idk.. And anyway.. Just the thought that I’m obligated to date my opposite gender just.. Takes the fun away from the curiosity of who’s compatible.. But then again I’m too small XD like the usual.. I may just be confused..

And either way.. No ones going to listen here.. So it didn’t matter.. anyway! I’m going to bed :D I’m tired

Two characters from a dream…The Specimen is a tiny worm thing developed in a lab…it’s deeply in love w one of the scientists that spends time with it..

Eventually it gets to a point where it can articulate its feelings, but by then it’s original body is sort of not doing too hot, and it’s unable to move out of its enclosure..unhappy. So, the scientists put it down..but work to sort of..build it back again, using samples of it…

The second body was bigger, and better able to get around, but aged at an alarmingly fast rate..short life.

So, The Scientist tried one more time..and..success!

With each incarnation the specimen could faintly recall past events in its lives…and fell for The Scientist each time, without fail…it was real sweet..by the time it got to its third chance, said Scientist was much older than it remembered! But that’s fine, it loves her just as much as that first life as a tiny watery grub…

REAL GAY DREAM Y'ALL

somebody responded to us posting that emma watson is a clueless activist with this

and i’m just like… yeah because emma watson was born to rich parents and got sent to a freaking private boarding school in oxford and getting tutored in drama from a very young age, and landed a role in a very visible movie franchise .

like… both people who work on this blog are lower middle class at absolute best. if i had a rich mummy and daddy that sent me to rich people school and paid for a better education then maybe i would be a some kind of ambassador that makes speeches that don’t say anything as well, but instead i’m just a local activist who tries to support people in the best way she can with the resources she has.

for what it’s worth i’m from roughly the same geographic area as emma and i’m just like… maybe if i was a rich pretty cis girl i could work for the UN in promoting equality in an ineffective way too, but instead i’m working class, transgender and finding it hard to even get a job as a shitty position in the same city she went to school, all because we both played the cards we got dealt and she happened to have all aces.

jesus. think before you speak, y’know?

The Enlightened Perspective Spread– before you make a decision about someone or something, or feel you’ve got all the facts, and know what’s up… consult this spread to get some down-to-earth guidance and perspective. Or perhaps you just want to see what’s in the air about your day, understand your coworker, parent, or boss better, or even reflect on the decisions you’ve made, ego-free or ego-driven? Maybe you want to see how some drama will play out.

  1. Subject: Who? What is going on?
  2. Intention: What do they seek?
  3. Perception: How are they seen?
  4. Perception: How they see themself?
  5. Connection: What else is involved?
  6. Thought: What are they thinking?
  7. Action: What are they doing?
  8. Speech: What are they saying?
  9. Emotion: What are they feeling?
  10. Error: What is the mistake?
  11. Success: What is the truth?
  12. Desire: What do they want?
  13. Optimism: When it will come?
  14. Pessimism: What will prevent it?
  15. Dedication: What should be done?
  16. Lesson: What will they learn?
  17. Hope: What will derail progress?
  18. Finality: What will likely happen?

Other spreads.

Bellarke Sleeping Headcanons

Inspired by the new episode, obvz.

  • Clarke and Bellamy start sharing a bed when they’re not official and supposed to be just friends but no one ever questions it. They both sleep better with the other and it eventually becomes a co-dependent thing.
  • Clarke can go days on end without sleep and not show a single crack. She’s used to it, since she’s been helping her mother in the med-bay from age eleven.
  • Bell is the polar opposite. He was always a smart kid, but he never got up early because he cut classes on the Ark to look after Octavia. Bellamy can be a real grumpy bastard when he hasn’t slept properly so the Guard learn to avoid tasking Bellamy with back-to-back shifts.
  • Most of the time, Clarke is the little spoon. It’s practical because Bellamy likes to hold Clarke and Clarke likes the feeling of Bellamy at her back. But if Bellamy is already asleep when Clarke comes in, Clarke seizes the opportunity to be the big spoon. She puts her head between Bell’s shoulder blades. He complains that her nose digs into his spine but he secretly loves it. 
  • Bellamy is a pro at napping. The couch, the Rover, a tree, the floor, his desk, the kitchen table, literally anywhere. Any amorous couple have to check before they do the do in a store cupboard incase Bellamy is in there sleeping, after a previous case in point with Monty and Harper.
  • Bellamy’s napping can be a problem for Clarke when he’s obstructing where she wants to be but she hardly ever moves him because she thinks it’s cute asf.
  • They both have nightmares. Bellamy gets sweaty and his eyes roll but he never makes a sound. Clarke develops night terrors by the time Skaikru actually get some semblance of peace. It doesn’t matter how many times it happens, waking up to Clarke screaming always scares the hell out of Bellamy.
  • Because of her night terrors, Clarke can have trouble going to sleep. Sometimes, to distract herself, she’ll peruse Bellamy, tracing his facial features, curling his hair around her fingers, running her hand down his chest. 99% of the time, Bellamy is awake but pretending not to be. 
  • If one of them is ill, the other stays up through the night to watch over them, even if it’s completely irrational. The eventual Griffin-Blake kids get the same treatment, except Clarke and Bellamy take turns. 
  • Clarke has a thousand drawings of Bell when he’s asleep. To her, it’s when he looks most content.
  • Right up until the day he dies, Bellamy sleeps with a knife, just under the bed where he can grab it quickly. No amount of persuading from Clarke convinces him to stop but he never once uses it. 
Does love always go?
Someone asked me that today and it took me a moment to think about it… but my answer is no, love doesn’t always go.
Sometimes it does, I won’t deny that. Some people are fickle and love with a light heart that floats on to something else almost as soon as the wind changes. But not everyone loves that way…
There are those who love deeply, with everything that they are; and for them, love is timeless. It never ages, it never gets bored, it never ‘finds somebody better’, it never fades away and it certainly never gives up just because things got tough.
But it also hurts sometimes… It hurts in ways you can’t possibly imagine and when it does I can almost understand why those who are capable of it choose to let go… Sometimes I almost envy them…
But I’ve never been one of those people. I so rarely let anybody in, but if you’re one of the few people to find your way into my heart – then you’re there to stay until my final breath.
And I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing…?
I don’t know if it’s beautiful or sad to think that one day, many years from now, my last thoughts will most likely be of someone who no longer thinks of me at all…

Can’t believe Dave Strider canonically had what is probably the most compelling personal plot arc involving bisexuality I have ever seen in media, forever cementing him as one of my all time favorite fictional characters, right alongside his canon boyfriend, who is btw yet another fantastic bisexual character

So nice I didn’t have to sit through either of their sexualities being fetishized or played off as shorthand for any number of negative tropes that are linked by media to bisexuality every single day and instead just got to see a pair of nice kids who deserved better than they got figure themselves out over a quiet period of relative safety and end up comfortable and happy with themselves barring some heavily relatable nerves re: coming out/going public w their relationship

Glad everyone respects how important this narrative was for queer ppl of all types and ages to see out of an endgame canon pairing in a piece of popular media :^)

Mike IS in LOVE with El!

I know they’re young and they have a lot of the world to explore and years to experience things and so many things to learn. BUT. No matter what age you are, you are capable of love.

I know he’s in love with her. He literally would do anything for her like look after her if she got sick, try and protect her no matter what, be upset when she’s gone, treat her like the most precious being on earth, go out to buy her chocolate in the middle of the night if she wanted. He would do anything for her because he loves her.

There people in relationships who wouldn’t do what mike would for El and call it ‘love’. I think we can learn a lot from these two about love. A pure and precious love. So don’t say they aren’t just because of their age. I think they have a better concept of it than half of the world.

OKAY BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT DEBORAH SAMSON, A WOMAN WHO DISGUISED HERSELF AS A MAN TO FIGHT IN THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION

AS A KID SHE GOT EDUCATED BY BRIBING NEIGHBORHOOD BOYS TO TEACH HER WHAT THEY LEARNED IN SCHOOL, AND ENDED UP BECOMING A TEACHER

IN 1778 AT AGE 18 SHE ENLISTED IN THE ARMY, UNDER THE NAME OF ROBERT SHIRTLIFFE

SHE FOUGHT IN MANY BATTLES FOR THREE YEARS WITHOUT ANYONE SUSPECTING SHE WAS A WOMAN

SHE GOT INJURED TWICE (STABBED IN THE HEAD AND SHOT IN THE SHOULDER) BUT DOCTORS STILL DIDN’T FIND OUT HER SECRET

SHE WAS ONLY DISCOVERED DURING TREATMENT WHEN SHE CAME DOWN WITH BRAIN FEVER. BUT THE DOCTOR WAS NICE AND DIDN’T TELL ANYONE. INSTEAD WHEN SHE GOT BETTER HE SENT HER TO DELIVER A MESSAGE TO WASHINGTON

WHEN WASHINGTON READ THE LETTER HE WASN’T EVEN MAD HE JUST DISCHARGED HER AND WROTE HER A MESSAGE AND GAVE HER MONEY TO GET BACK HOME

SHE WENT BACK HOME AND GOT HERSELF A CUTE MAN AND HAD THREE KIDDIES

SOME YEARS LATER SHE GOT SUMMONED TO DC WHERE SHE GOT A PENSION AND LAND IN EXCHANGE FOR HER SERVICE (WHICH PAUL REVERE HELPED TO ARRANGE)

SHE DIED AT THE AGE OF 66, AND IN 1983 WAS NAMED OFFICIAL HEROINE OF THE STATE OF MASSACHUSETTS 

PLEASE LET US TALK ABOUT THIS AMAZING WOMAN

I dont think there is enough Clace fanart in the Shadowhunters(TV)  fandom, so I doodled some Clace from a happy AU, where no one hunts anything and they live happily as mundanes.

Weirdly anough they have both grown on me over time, just like any other character in this show, and seeing Jace unhappy breaks my little heart.

I want to draw some more shadowhunters art, maybe some Izzy/Alec/Jace sibling bonding or Clizzy, Luke/Simon/Clary family stuff…? There are way too many adorable relationships in this show haha

anonymous asked:

I feel like a lot of the Naruto canon would have made a lot more sense (or at least worked better logically) if all the characters had been aged up 10 years and ninja academy would have been treated more like, idk a military academy?? Like, you literally cannot graduate from the academy if you aren't AT LEAST 16 years old, but it's much more common to graduate at 20-22. Ninja ranks meaning more than just "hey, this kid survived long enough/got strong enough than everyone else who died". (cont)

Now I can’t help imagining a Naruto manga, but instead of it being shonen, it’s seinen. All of the characters would be older, the conflicts would be a LOT more political (which would be really interesting, so see a Naruto universe where it’s much more important to work for the daimyo and to keep hidden villages, y'know, HIDDEN from the general population). BIG, industrial advancing areas of normal ppl never knowing about the existence of ninjas. Wars that never reach the general ppl.

Tbh if Naruto had been written like this is would probably have my eternal devotion even more than it already does. Can you just imagine? It would amazing and layered and awesome

Originally posted by spookyandtyjo

“Oh sweetie, please don’t look like that!” you cried, your heart breaking as he pouted in the rain.

“I just really wanted to do this today. I spent ages getting together,” he sighed.

“Have you got a tent?”

“Um, yeah, but it’s still gonna be wet,’ he replied with a confused look.

“I know, but we could have an indoor picnic? In the basement, in the tent. We can get loads of cushions and put a blanket down?” you suggested.

His eyes began to light up.

“Ok, yeah. That sounds good, y/n. Better even!”

“Well, there’ll be no bugs so, for sure,” you laughed, happy to see him smiling again.

anonymous asked:

whenever you have time/energy for it, could you talk about headcanons for if hera somehow got a physical body? no rush, just wanna know what you have to say on the matter

(not quite sure whether this is headcanons or a ficlet? or whether it’s at all what you had in mind? but boy, do I have Thoughts about AIs and their relationship to humanity and Hera in particular, and that comes through here.)

  • Hera’s first concern when they start talking about making her a body is that she wants to design it herself.
  • it isn’t that she doesn’t want a body. and it isn’t that she doesn’t want to be able to engage in the kind of comforting physical socializing all of her friends use their bodies for – she really, really wants to finally high five Eiffel, for one thing.
  • (he started leaving handprints on the Hephaestus’ monitors within a month of the day they met.)
  • but Hera knows what kind of shape they’d think of for her – not maliciously, she knows they love her, but it’s like the words they didn’t give her, the mind they did – they only ever conceptualize one shape, one kind of body, one way of being.
  • Hera doesn’t want a body so she can be more human, doesn’t want to be a pretty little android. she doesn’t want a body that proves that she’s just like all of them, because she’s not. Hera wants a body that makes her more Hera.
  • it does not need to move or look like anything human beings have referent for, although she pulls inspiration from everything from plants to animals to industrial engineering (anything she thinks seems cool, honestly; she confesses this to Eiffel but would never admit it to Minkowski, and she’s not lying when she tells Renee that she has a coherent functional and aesthetic goal. and she’s quite proud of it, in the end). Hera does not want a body so she can be a person (she knows she is already a person); Hera wants a body to do the things she can’t without one.
  • she is so hungry for experience, for seeing and feeling and doing – now that the station is no longer a part of her, now that so much of her mind and identity are not occupied with a million calculations and routines and consciousnesses keeping the Hephaestus running, now that she finally gets to decide for herself what she wants to do – she realizes she wants to do everything.
  • Hera’s body is built to house any sense they could think of, all that freed-up processing power devoted to every kind of experience - vision in spectrums beyond human comprehension, as many tactile sensors as they could cram in, temperature, electrical impulses, electromagnetic waves, even taste, of course taste, she has spent almost her entire life listening to her best friend describe food, like she would miss out on that entire slice of what the universe has to offer
  • and she thought space was full! she never understood how it could be called a void, called emptiness – but suddenly it makes sense why people would say that, because even with the limits of a human body, there is so much – this world is so much, every square inch of it, and just going fifty feet down a street is such a kaleidoscope of incredible things. it is awe-inspiring and disgusting and painful and amazing and beautiful and she is full of wonder at it.
  • (there is so much in this world that she is the first person ever to know. there are so many experiences so intrinsic to life here that no one thinks about them and that she is feeling and wondering at for the first time.)
  • people do not generally find it a comforting body. hera doesn’t care; she didn’t build it for them, and her friends don’t care, either, and that’s all that matters. she has an emotional body language of her own which Minkowski can read as easily as her own humanoid shoulder shrugs and eyerolls. Doug does not seem at all to mind sitting back in his apartment, propped up against her humming-warm metal side as he dozes in front of the TV, as long as she has all the right appendages to give him a hug.
  • (Lovelace will walk down the street next to her as naturally as though she was any ordinary human being in the world; and Hera’s senses can easily read the tenseness, like coiled springs, in her step as she does. but she also knows there is nothing defensive there, only a fierce pride, now, in both of them, for knowing and deciding who and what they are. daring the world to try and tell them differently. Hera and Lovelace understand each other really well these days.)
  • and it’s nice, she finds, nicer than she expected, to be able to stretch limbs and feel the brush of textures and the weight of physicality and think this is mine. this is me. it is something she could never feel with the Hephaestus, which was always neither her body nor something she simply piloted, but frustratingly in between. there’s comfort in this clearer delineation of what is and isn’t Hera, in her own right to decide what shape that space takes.
  • hands, she tells them, are very useful for doing all kinds of things, as humans prove, and were an obvious choice to include in her design.
  • (they’re good for high fives, too.)
Ed and swords

I’ve seen a post recently about how Edmund wanted to fight with two swords instead of a shield. What if he wanted to because Jadis did?

When he went down from the hill to break Jadis’ scepter and got stabbed, maybe he thought he could have better defended himself from her blow had he been evenly matched- she technically had two “swords” when she stabbed him- a sword and the scepter. Maybe Edmund thought he could have defended himself better had he had two pointy things as opposed to just one.

Peter: “Ed, you can’t go into battle without a shield. You have to be able to defend yourself.”

Ed: “A shield wouldn’t have helped me against the witch. Another sword, maybe.” *twirls both swords around*

Peter: *rolls eyes* “you know what would also have helped?”

Ed: *snorts* “following orders?”

Peter: “you better believe it.”

Ed: “you might consider thanking me for breaking the scepter, you know.”

worth fighting for

a short fic about transboy!tsukki and protective yamaguchi that I promised a lil while back. haha sorry about the kinda (imo) unsatisfying ending. I suck at knowing how to end things.

Pairing: tsukkiyama, but it’s only romantic if you want it to be tbh

Warnings: gender dysphoria, insulting language, bigotted language, violence (as in, there’s a playground fight), depiction of an anxiety attack (kinda vague, but it’s there)

Rating: General

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