what i think of every time i'm sorry


tumblr is not doing good things for me. well, that’s a lie. I’ve talked to some wonderful people and made some lovely friends. I’ve learned a lot and laughed a lot…..but the cons outweigh the pros. to me and my adhd, tumblr is basically crack. completely addicting. it’s interfering with my life and I’m not getting stuff done. being surrounded by posts about mental illness and discrimination in the lgbtq community and politics and stuff like that….is exhausting really, especially for someone with mental illnesses and disabilities like me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that adhd (and anemia cause that’s a way bigger problem than most people think) is a huge force in my life right now, and I need to save my spoons and take care of my self. I can’t lie on my bed and hyper focus on my phone for hours everyday anymore. so I’m taking a break. or at least a partial break. I’m mainly on mobile, so I’m deleting this damn app as soon as I finish this post and I’m gonna go do my makeup and go have some fun with my friends. I’m not staying home tonight, not again. I’m not missing out on life because my energy has all been drained reading negative posts on the Internet. I’ll keep up my queue and talk to my mutuals on my laptop, but I’m turning off my asks. (however submissions will stay open and will be greatly appreciated in order to keep my queue up) if I unfollow you, please don’t take it personally, I just need to keep myself from getting distracted and I need a dash that is free from shitposts and discourse. anyways. thank you for being such amazing, caring, understanding, patient and beautiful followers. and thank you for putting up with lil ‘ole me and my disabled ass. maybe when I get better I’ll be more active again.
xoxo, lots o love,

When people say they are Hardenshipping Trash

This is what I think of, every time.

I really like Chrom’s character the more I think about him. His father was an awful person (at least that’s what it realllly sounded like) who waged wars and destroyed Ylisse’s relations with other countries and even its own peasantry. Chrom is afraid of becoming like him.

I think every time Chrom decided to go to war, he probably had already spent plenty of nights debating on if it was the right thing to do, or if he might just be falling victim to some messed up sense of justice he “inherited” from his father. Chrom only fights when he has to and only for good reasons, but he confides in Robin, an amnesiac with no memory of the past exalt or the negative stigma surrounding the royal family’s past.

Robin only knows and trusts Chrom. They don’t see his father in him, and Chrom never sees Validar in Robin. Maybe that’s why the fact that Robin is technically the heir of Plegia by the end of the game is never really brought up by anyone, because Chrom knows that it would only be damaging to bring up that tie to their father and all of his mistakes. They wouldn’t just be “Robin the Tactician” who helped Ylisse anymore, they would become “Robin the child of Validar” and “the heir to Plegia.” Robin’s name would become connected to the country who would be responsible for Emmeryn’s death in the eyes of Ylisse’s citizens.

Chrom knows how it feels to be judged by the mistakes of his father and does all he can to be better than that, and he always reminds Robin that he sees them for who they are. He trusts them based on their friendship and their personal achievements above all, even if their father is one of his greatest enemies. He is a truly great friend to Robin because they are able to understand each other in this way even if Robin’s past is mostly a mystery.

They’re two opposite sides of the same coin. Both have fathers who have left them terrible legacies. One has the bloodline of the Divine Dragon, one of the Fell Dragon. The heirs of Ylisse and Plegia, two enemy countries whose history are intertwined. Their trust and understanding of each other is why they have an inseparable bond

Gun Choice

Soldier: 76: okay but seriously…why do you dual-wield shotguns?

Reaper: It’s basic math.

Soldier: 76: …what.

Reaper: If one shotgun has the power of 100, then using two will make it 200, right?

Soldier: 76: …

Reaper: …why are you looking at me like that?

So I just read this article and I won’t link it because honestly you don’t need to waste your time one it. I just want to know what the fuck this woman was thinking writing this. Not every body looks the same during pregnancy. Are you upset because Beyoncé doesn’t look the way you expect her to? Are you mad she is wearing her pregnancy so beautifully? Are you envious? I have so many questions why you felt the need to praise Demi Moore but criticize Beyoncé for doing something similar. What would make you happy? Having her post a picture publicly that she didn’t like? Where she has acne and stretch marks and looks disheveled? Is she not allowed to have these pictures as a memory of this pregnancy? Is she not allowed to want to share these with people who support her? Should we police all women’s social media to insure they are all only posting the most “realistic” photos? Is she not allowed to feel beautiful? Why is it so hard for you to believe that she may actually look this radiant? Why is it so hard for you to just be happy for her?

Every time I watch 5sos snapchat stories:

Originally posted by animatedtext

  • someone: jess is a bad boy
  • me: vivid flashback to that scene in 6.08 where he throws rocks at rory's window and then tries act nonchalant when she walks through the front door


This sketch kinda escalated  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tricornking  asked:

Hey, I've been thinking about you, and I wanted to message you and say: I know things are hard right now. They have been for a long time. But you are so strong for making it this far. Every day, you proof the strength of heart and courage of spirit that you possess by making it through just one more day. The fact that you don't give up, DESPITE ALL of what you have to deal with, is such an encouragement for those of us who deal with similar things. Please never forget that. You are valued.

Sorry I didn’t reply to it right away when I woke up this morning. I just… was caught by surprise I guess. Just it’s really nice. This was really sweet and amazing of you, the act of doing it is great. But what made it perfect was for me personally the timing of it all.

It’s just that time of year for me where all the temperatures are changing and hurting my body. It really drives me into the ground and destroys my mental state along with my physical body. Just been noticing it getting a little bit harder, a lot weaker day by day. It’s so scary… I’m just really scared to go through this again despite doing it every year. Just I become noticeably weaker each year and I’m really tired of that. Tired of being so scared.

This really hit home for me today. You really really helped me. Thank you for this. I’m going to post it and put it in my stay positive tag which is for me when I need self help. This message will help remind me to breathe, and that there is another day.

Thank you.

anonymous asked:

Writing a fanfic and I am at a lost for dialogue- could you give me something Radom that Cave Johnson would say?

“You know what’s great? Garbage disposals. Cause you know what we don’t have time for? Scraping off leftovers into a damn trashcan every time we need to wash dishes. It’s inefficient. Takes away time from doing science. Garbage disposals are just another example of the brilliance of science in this modern day and age. Because why throw things away when you can slice them up into microscopic pieces? Hah! We should incorporate this into a new test. Caroline! Write this down! Garbage disposals and how they will revolutionize testing everywhere!”

anonymous asked:

(This probably sounds so creepy but I have to know) in vampire verse how does George react every time a president gets shot? Like what are his opinions on Booth, Guiteau, Czolgosz and Oswald?

WHAT A FASCINATING QUESTION! I never would have thought of this on my own. Thank you for thinking of it. 

Hmmm, I think he’s not technically surprised? At least not after the first one. I’m sure he’s lived through the assassination of kings to have the concept, but those would have been more courtly affairs, poisonings? Death upon the battlefield. The French guillotining their King probably gave him some pause, but even that happened after a “trial.” 

But I’m sure Washington’s got a pretty dim view of humanity, so once he knows that they’d be so brazen as to shoot an elected official, well, it’s going to be much harder to shock him. I think he probably finds it deeply offensive, even so. (As he probably finds 95% of what humans did with the country he helped build.) 

As for what he thought of the individual assassins, I doubt he put much thought to it beyond, “scum and villainy.” At best he might have thought of them of examples of why democracy is such a tricky thing to manage, but I would think each time it happens he’s far more concerned with the continuance of his legacy (which is how he thinks of America). 

I think only the assassination of Lincoln would have truly personally affected him, because Lincoln would have been the first, and because Lincoln preserved the union, which I think would have been very personally significant to Washington. 

i had a dream about you last night. although i woke up crying, it was okay because in this dream you were good for me, you were good for us. i’m still wondering why i had this dream, is it to tell me that i do actually miss you or because it’s what i want to happen. i think it’s cause every now and then i get little rainstorms of missing you, you know? like the ones that come down really hard but only last for a little. but the one thing i can’t shake off about this dream is how horribly vivid it was, it was so vivid that when i saw you in school i had looked away and turned red because i thought that dream was real. your words from this dream keep repeating in my head over and over “i need you to stop texting me, because i can’t focus on her with you on my mind all the time”. i wonder if that’s true, do you still think of me? have you ever thought about me? cause i think about you even though i shouldn’t. i wish this dream was real life just for a day, just for a night, just for a second.
—  a dream is a wish your heart makes//12:00- l.m.

make me choose ➝  anonymous asked: asap rocky or gerard way

“If for one minute you think you’re better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn’t know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.” 

lucysteeldaily  asked:

Mix tape 😉

From Tim to Lucy (Boy this gonna hurt)

“ So she said what’s the problem baby
What’s the problem I don’t know
Well maybe I’m in love (love)
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout it”

1- Accidentally in love - counting crows

“No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears;
I’m here, nothing can harm you,
My words will warm and calm you.”

2- All I ask of you - Phantom of the Opera

“This is way too hard, cause I know
When the sun comes up, I will leave
This is my last glance that will soon be memory”

3- Daylight  - Maroon 5

“Well there must be some way I can lose these lonesome blues
Forget about the past and find somebody new
I thought of everything from A to Z oh lonesome me oh lonesome me” 

4- Oh Lonesome me - Johnny cash (yes it had to be here)

“And I know it’s only in my mind
That I’m talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say there’s a way for us “

5- On my own - Les miserables


jasammy week day 7 - future!! i like to think they rewatch a few td seasons every time the new one comes out and whenever they get to tdpi they’re just gobsmacked all over again by How Very Gay they were/are.

this jasammy week was seriously seriously a lot of fun!!!! thank u mod and everyone who participated!! o3o/

b b b bonus

some bitch from canada is the only person to leave me anonymous hate messages (besides that one guy that was dumb enough to think he was sly but send me shit on here but ignore every text i’ve sent him the past 50 times like bitch wtf lol) like i don’t even know anyone personally from canada so why the fuck do they keep taking time out of their lives to investigate my page every day and insult me like what the fuck are you gaining lmao

it’s just like.. i can’t believe PEOPLE STILL INSULT PEOPLE ANONYMOUSLY. i’m just fuckin chillin minding my own business literally never out to get anyone. i am literally doing nothing to make anyone’s lives miserable but ppl still try me. i don’t get it  

Trust No One

TRUST NO ONE. The words of the journal flashed bold red in his mind as his family sat around the table rejoicing in the return of their grandfather, Stanley Pines. Dipper sat off to the side, flashing weak smiles to the others every time they glanced his way.

TRUST NO ONE. His mind kept thinking of the words and thinking.

TRUST NO ONE. Thinking about his sister. His twin sister. His other half. The sister he had been together with since birth.

TRUST NO ONE. The sister that he would trust, HAS trusted with his life on several occasions.

TRUST. NO. ONE. His pleas for her to shut the machine down, prevent the potential apocalypse. To TRUST him not Stan.

TRUST. He had trusted her to trust him.

NO. He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He should be happy! His Grandfather, who he had never met before, was alive and well. Sitting in front of him. Everyone else was happy! They were laughing. Chatting. Talking about the old times. The original Mystery Twins, back again!

In the end it worked out, right? No apocalypse. Grunkle Stan was still Stan.

He should feel bad for ever doubting him.


ONE. At night he stares up at the ceiling with one eye open. A mixture of guilt and something else warring in his soul. He flips between the two emotions at a rapid pace, heart racing and sweat forming at his brow. The house shack is silent aside from the quiet snores of his family. Everyone content with the day’s event  

Except for him.

The voices inside his head tell him that now, more than ever, no one can be trusted. Not the Stans, not the towns people.

Not his sister.

TRUST NO ONE. His mind sifts through every instance of betrayal. Every time someone scoffed at one of his theories. Every time people told him he was just paranoid. Told him to put down the journals and have fun this summer.

He remembers all the times before Gravity Falls where whispers fallowed him around school. Dipper Pines the weird kid. The crazy kid that tried to form a Paranormal Investigations Club. The strange kid that sleeps in class and wakes up screaming about ghosts, vampires, aliens.

The kid that has his twin sister fight his fights for him. That always starts a conversation with ghost facts or conspiracy theories.


He turns over and faces the wall, turning away from the form of his sleeping sister and pet pig. Looking at her just makes things worse. He feels…


Disgusted that she would ever trust someone over her TWIN BROTHER.

“Sorry Bro-Bro but you’ve just been a bit….”





Even his Grandfather, The Author of The Journals, the one he thought would listen to his theories, turned him away with a “We’ll handle it, Kid. Get some rest.”


He balled his fists, tears beginning to form in his eyes.


Of course no one would trust him. He’s just a kid.

A kid, but not crazy.

Not Weird

Or Strange

Or Paranoid.

Not Guilty

Oh no, not anymore.


He’s smart.





He doesn’t need a journal.

Or The Stans.

Or his Sister.


His eyes begin to close, a slight smirk forming on his lips. He’d show them. He’d show them all! When the time comes, and he’s proven right, they’ll all apologize.

BEG for forgiveness.

They’ll see how wrong they were to turn him away. On that GLORIOUS DAY.

A soft golden glow emanated from the boy’s eyes, his pupils distorting slightly before they finally closed, the smirk lingering in his sleep.

His last thoughts before the greyscale of the mindscape took him into his dreams was

They Should have been nicer to us.

Trust no one, Pine Tree.