we were so innocent

Jasper's Redemption

Okay I’m sorry but I am so done with the “keep corrupted Jasper as a pet” thing. Corruption is an allegory for the severity and totality of mental illness. Keeping Jasper as a pet would be equal to a person keeping a severely mentally ill human as a pet. It perpetuates abuse, is against the ill’s will, and dehumanizes the individual. We’ve already moved past the idea that corrupted gems are pets, after Monster Buddies and DEFINITELY after Monster Reunion. These corrupted gems are still thinking, functioning, and are highly intelligent, they just cannot communicate with others in the same way due to the mortal scramble of circumstance.

We want to be able to teach the lesson that it’s never too late to reverse internal suffering. We want to be able to heal corruption and teach that the illness does not define the individual. We want to heal all of the innocent gems that were corrupted so everyone has a chance at love. We want to teach that there are many roads to rehabilitation.

We want a redemption arc for our girl, not an okay-let’s-keep-this-suffering-individual-feeling-as-if-she-is-not-an-individual arc.

Heal our baby.

I almost felt disgusted with myself when I realized how much pain I’ve let myself be in
Over boys who didn’t make me feel half the things you did
Our love was far from perfect but it was my first real love
A soul fulfilling, unforgettable love
The relationships I was in before couldn’t compare, I don’t even see them as relationships anymore
And I thought I had already loved someone, boy was I wrong
Now I see that I felt so intensely because of me
I needed so much to be taken away from my misery
That I didn’t even choose them, I let them choose me and then I followed their lead.
It wasn’t love.
But you, you I noticed and observed over time
I was right about your caring heart and beautiful mind
I could feel a magnetic pull between us and then
We gave in
I chose you
And you chose me
It was so innocent and pure in the beginning
Psychically we were here but mentally we were in another place
Our love created another universe which was just for us
But we both had demons we weren’t willing to fight and I still don’t understand why
We were perfectly aligned but when chaos arrived I knew we were no longer on the same side
Explosively we came to an end
But inside of me it hasn’t ended at all
You’re still my angel and I’m still yours
How is my soul suppose to move on….

I pictured us growing old together.
I mean, imagine that; two high school sweethearts with love that failed to perish though set on fire many years back.
I could see it, you know. It was almost like it was a monochromatic flashback set in slow motion; a vivid memory although yet to happen.
It was the most perfect thing I could think of seeing your stupid signature smile everyday, you know, the one that brightens your whole face, and kissing the map of wrinkles that had resided with age that also told countless stories about how far we had come and the journey in which we had taken. We had the most beautiful children: Asiariyanne, Jupiter and little Jaxon that looked at us as if we were superheroes battling the night. Their eyes so innocent, not yet debased by this world of pain. Fractions of our cells that had collided transforming into the most perfect human beings with nothing but the incredible feeling of unconditional love running through their veins.

I used to think the problem was that we met too young. And so it was inexorable that we would not grow together and instead grow apart.
And that was partially true, I guess.
You had your demons and I had fought mine and we never really took the time to find ourselves before we found each other.
Had we met a different time, say 20 years from now, in an obvious place like a bookstore or a coffee shop, then maybe we could have had a chance of real, genuine happiness.

Maybe, someday we will meet again.
Stumble across each other after doing a double-take. And you say
“excuse me miss, have we met before”
And we will soon fall into old habits with the same undying love that was once a small flame.
Maybe then, that “flashback” [more like flash forward] I had of the future, that I could picture so lucidly
could finally set in motion.

—  it’s 01:22Am 26hours and 14minutes since I left you. How long until the pain stops? Why do I feel like I need you? Why can’t we fix what we had? “Maybe in another lifetime” (Y.A)

You know what? There’s nothing more repellent than a pompous male academic who tries to cover up his misogyny with “intellectualism.”

Today my English professor used the word “whore” to describe the adolescent protagonist of a short story. Several of the girls’ jaws dropped in alarm. He flashed a proud smirk and chuckled about how he “forgot everything has to be politically correct nowadays.” He said real writers aren’t afraid to be “provocative.” 

That’s what makes me sick–redefining classic misogyny as somehow edgy and outrageous. It didn’t occur to him that some girls were uncomfortable because he used the word “whore” to describe a young character; he was convinced it was because we were so shocked by his wild, cool profanity. Because we were too innocent and provincial to appreciate his intelligent remark. 

To really drive home the point that good writers are always provocative, he posed the question: “So, how many of you think a pedophile kidnapping and repeatedly raping a 12-year-old girl would make a good topic for a comedy?” He smiled as he scanned our horrified expressions. 

“Well guess what? One of the most successful books of all time was a comedy about that very subject. It’s called Lolita.”

I almost lost it. First of all, Lolita never read as much of a comedy to me. But this isn’t the first time he’s defended sick misogynistic, rape-apologist ideology in the name of “good literature.” Last month he criticized my narrow-mindedness for bashing a male character (a pedophile who fantasized about the middle school girls on the softball team he coached and beat up his son for being gay), because I was ignoring what a “complex, three-dimensional character” he was. 

On countless other occasions he’s dismissed sexism and rape because he isn’t afraid to be “politically incorrect.” Like he’s some fucking trailblazer or something.

I’m so sick of it. Being educated doesn’t make your male chauvinism progressive. And using your job as an educator to convince girls they’re stupid for not agreeing with it is deplorable. You don’t deserve to teach.

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“The things we’ve seen and done… we aren’t who we were the first day we went out to find Dad. We won’t ever have that kind of innocence again. I’m almost jealous of her, Dean.”

“Don’t be. As hard as we try, we can’t protect her forever. Pretty soon this life will kick her while she’s down. It always does. All we can do is be there for her through it. It’ll hurt like hell… but I have a feeling it will hurt us more to watch.”

“It’ll be hard, but her goodness isn’t weakness. She’s strong. I have faith in her, that she’ll do better than we did.”

I tried to keep you close to me, I really did.

When we first met you were so sweet, you had the most innocent eyes I instantly fell in love with. We texted all night, you had the best personality, possibly out of everyone I knew. You asked me out to a date, of course I said yes. When I saw you, you just stood there smiling, god you looked so handsome. Everything about you was perfect, that night you held me and I felt as if you were scared to let go. I told you everything and pretty soon months and months passed. Things started to change. It went from ‘I love you’ to 'I miss you’. We could’ve texted for hours without an end then it started being days without a text or call from you. I saw you today, with a new girl. I hope you treat her good, without an end.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST MOVIE EVER.
I can’t express to you guys, the feelings I am going through having memories from these photos from a year ago. While things were so new and undiscovered, unrevealed. Before all our hearts got torn out by DW and we were so innocent in knowing what was to come. Our hearts were full, whole, and not yet mangled. And here I stood a full day, my first time as the face of Hiccup for the movie no one knew would break all our hearts yet put us through loops of emotion.
This event was so important to me that I had just been recovering from a major hospital visit, and even though it was hard, I got up and hobbled my peg-legged self to that showing in that armor because thats how much it meant to me.
Being Hiccup was worth every moment, and also every penny I spent seeing this movie over and over. And I still appreciate dreamworksanimation and kris0ten for inviting me and allowing me that opportunity. (Im still here if you guys ever want me.) This movie and the last has changed my life for ever, this is why it’s birthday is important. Happy Birthday, How to Train Your Dragon 2.
You are amazing.

anonymous asked:

so the karusono vball club decided to have a sleepover, and at said sleepover, there was a twerking contest. tanaka and yachi cant twerk for shit, daichi and tsukki refused, hinata and kageyama tried but got too embarressed (hinata was rly good tho, kags doesnt even have a butt), ukai got his own twerk action from takeda, asahi /fainted/, noya did a horrible wall twerk and suga, yama and kiyoko were in perfect sync and twerked beautifully ((gay queen, p1/2))

((gay queen, p2/3. i lied)) everyone was shocked, and it turns out that they practice dancing a lot together. then, karusono later found out that every single club had done the contest too. Nekoma was kenma, lev and yaku, Fukurodani was akaashi and bokuto, Aoba Joushi was only oikawa.

((p 3/3, gay queen)) it was decided that the vball clubs should have a twerking tournament. its the day of the tournament and all the contestants are in booty shorts with their schools colors and their vball number on their cropped shirts. let the games begin! (ill let you decide who won)

So ZNT is getting adapted into a stage play

http://www.negadesignworks.com/terror/

And I know several of you already know, but the news got out when I happened to be out of town and away from the computer (which is very rare, so yay for my luck). I couldn’t even fangirl properly when I found out. What even, world? don’t you realize I live off everything related to ZNT?!

I NEED IT NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOT NEXT YEAR. NOW. GIMME.

Now if only Soma, Kaito and Atsumi were reprising their roles that would be awesome but I understand stage acting may not be their area of expertise, and I have to say, the cast members of the play look great for their roles so I’m very excited.

Just look at these absolute cuties. I’m already in love. 

Daaaaayuuum.

http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/news/2015-10-29/terror-in-resonance-anime-gets-stage-play-adaptation/.94790

I wonder how they’ll work all the actions scenes and the explosions. And OMG the Ferris Wheel scene. AND TWELVE RIDING HIS BIKE.

I can’t wait to see this adaptation and pick at the differences between the anime and the play, and fangirl over both, and have my heart broken all over again (masochism to the max) and just… gimme!!! I CANNOT WAIT.

Guys these are great news for our tiny fandom. WE ARE GETTING A STAGE PLAY. I certainly did not expect this. I really never thought we’d get anything more once the anime was done, and then this happens.  I’m so, so,soooo VERY happy and excited!!!