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Be More Chill Senior Year, Bribing Michael

“So Michael you looked pretty excited last night.” Christine was walking next to Michael as they headed to Calculus. “I thought you hated musicals.”
“I do, but most musicals don’t have a talking plant from outer space.”
“Fair point, so are you going to audition?”
“No way, I’m more of a behind the scenes man.”
“Are you sure? I mean I’ve heard you sing before and Jeremy said you already know the musical by heart…”
“No way, besides who would I be? Seymour? That’s more of Jeremy’s thing.”
“Actually I was thinking maybe you could audition for Audrey.” Christine made a face as Michael laughed.
“Yeah, no. I’m not going on stage in a dress.”
“You wouldn’t have to wear a dress! We can change the story a little bit and make Audrey Aaron.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Not even Apocalypse of the Damned 2: Zombie Bloodbath?” Michael stopped looking over at Christine who pulled up a picture of her holding said cartridge.
“Woah, how the hell did you get that? Not even my guy at GameStop​ could find that. It was only printed for a few months before they cancelled it!”
“Let’s just say that I too have my sources. And am willing to give you the game, if you audition for Audrey.” She offered her hand that Michael looked at for a few moments before shaking it.
“Deal.”
“And about the dress-”
“That’s still a very hard, No.”

The girl who laughs too loud. Oh god, you could tell her to shut up before she even starts but there’s something about that high pitched laugh. It’s not a pretty laugh but it’s a laugh you’ll remember.

The girl who smiles all the time at literally everything, who practices it in the mirror at night when everyone’s asleep or in the middle of the day when no one’s really paying attention to her.

The girl who journeys alone. She’s not ugly, but she’s not beautiful. It makes her feel worthless sometimes, like love will never come her way like she expects it to on a midnight train. She wants the full experience, the love letters and chocolates and the lifetime together until you’re old and senile. She’d be the best girlfriend. She would be all in.

The girl who breaks her own heart from time to time right on schedule. At least once every month, there’s one bad thought. Or a bad encounter with a friend or a good cry that feels like the end of the world.

The girl who thinks she’s the only one who is different and that no one else could possibly understand her. She can’t wait to go to New York and do New York things. Maybe a little Paris too.

This girl paints pictures in her mind everyday, to the point where it feels like she’s actually seeing them first hand. This girl is worth every single page.

—  Write This Girl, ultra-mckenzie-me 
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Story-time with Sora and Noctis takes a weird turn. Noct may have competition for the title of Crown Prince of Napping!

Bonus time-jump panel in which Noctis takes his rightful place as the Naptime King:

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Look at me… I will never pass for a perfect bride. Or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I’m not meant to play this part? Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. Who is the girl I see, staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? Somehow I cannot hide, who I am, though I’ve tried. When will my reflection show who I am inside?

Happy 15th Anniversary, Kingdom Hearts!!

♡ Love asks ♡

Blush : What do you do when you have a crush on someone?
Kiss : What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
Cuddle : Which one of your mutuals do you really want to hug right now?
Heartbeat : What fictional character do you love?
Romance : Perfect date?
Joy : What truly makes you happy?
Happiness : Who are your kin?
Love : Are you, or have you been, in love before?
Beloved : What do you love the most about yourself?
Sweet: Favorite love song?
Cute : What’s your aesthetic?
Thoughtful : If you could change your name, what would you call yourself?
Charming : Who helps motivate you?
Beautiful : Who is your ideal significant other?
Affection : Who do you ship?
Kind : What Pokemon would you be?
Heart Beat : You’re getting coffee with a celebrity, who is it?
Giggle : Do you believe in love at first sight?
Laughter : Who can always make you laugh?
Smile : What do you find attractive?
Warmth : What is your happy place?
Huggable : What are your favorite flowers?
Soul Mate : Who is your best friend?
Unique : What qualities do you look for in other people?
Trust : Do you trust people easily?
Dearest : What item is most dear to you?

I never really thought that friend break-ups were a thing. Yeah I’ve heard people say ‘we used to be friends’ or ‘we don’t talk anymore’ but I’ve never actually pondered the ending of a friendship.

I’ve witnessed girls going through breakups, and they always talk about the same things. The way one person stops showing interest,
how they talk less, fight about stupid things, stop feeling the spark. I’ve never felt that before. Never watched a person gradually lose interest in me, text me less, stop wanting to spend every second with me.

Never until now. And god, it f*cking hurts.

Who would have thought my first heartbreak would come from my longest standing friendship? But that’s the way life works, isn’t it? You watch the one good thing you have slowly slip away until you aren’t even sure why but suddenly it’s almost out of your grasp and there’s nothing you can do but wait.

So you feel yourself waiting. Waiting for the texts to stop all together, waiting for the hangouts to become a thing of the past. Waiting for that final blow. But nothing could hurt more than the realisation that there will be no 'final blow’. Because it’s already over. And you’re not exactly sure when, or how, but you know if you stop trying now then everything will cease.

And who can you blame but yourself? And do you know what the worst part is? You can’t even be mad at the other person, because what have they done except lose interest in you? It sucks when all you want is to be by their side, to call them and text them and see them everyday, but they’re done with you. And how can you be any more than you are now, I guess you’ll just never be enough.

So you’re left mourning the end of a friendship, without even truly understanding what’s been lost.

And now your heart is f**king broken but who would even understand because are friend break-ups even a f*cking thing?

I am trying to write a poem about my loneliness
But the page just seems to insist
on staying empty.
But loneliness isn’t emptiness
loneliness is the lead ball in the pit of your stomach
and the feathers tickling the back of your throat
loneliness is the itch you cannot scratch
it’s feeling far too much
far too little.
Loneliness is an all consuming enigma
of the past
of a past
Of a past you’re trying to forget
Of a past you can’t help but regret
Of a past that shoved you into the position
of isolation in which you reside
In which you’re going to die.
And sometimes solitude becomes gratitude
but the demolition of the monuments
that used to be perched on my ribs
left nothing but dust
and I am no longer grateful.

I used to build shrines in my heart to girls who would
never quite love me.
But that was never loneliness.
Unrequited love is a social activity because broken hearts
scream louder than all the wind in the world
howling together.
Despite the rain and miserable weather
I could fill myself up with love even though no one
would ever reciprocate
even though I always had to compensate
by giving more than I had left in me.
I would clutch my chest and rip out pieces of my heart
on which metaphors for love and birds and bones
and sadness and stars
would rest.
I could gift these to those who smiled.
Because nothing cuts into loneliness like affection
or attention
or the smile of someone who has no
reason to.
I suppose I never had a reason to.

I am trying to write a poem about the rain.
They say that people are nothing like rain
nothing like snow
nothing like autumn leaves
because people do not look beautiful when they fall.
A phrase I could never quite wrap my head around.
Because to me falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and writing is cleaning your body of the toxins
that well up behind your eyes
and hide behind your liver
and pump fluid in your lungs.
What isn’t beautiful is hitting the ground.
The snowflakes will dissolve and the rain
will be absorbed by the greedy earth.
The leaves will rot
and you’ll be taking shots
Until your heart falls out of your chest.

Loneliness is falling
and falling is dancing
and dancing is writing
and I am trying to write a poem about my overwhelming
fear of touching the solid ground.
I am trying to write a poem about falling
Because I reside in free fall
and my heart falls for the snow
and the snow falls for the rain
and the first rule of gravity is everything
must fall
So we fall
And I fall
and you fall.

—  Fall (Emf)

this took me longer than i wanted it to bc i had no idea what i was doing during colouring it and i didnt want to restart it over

because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

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Look, I really like Pearl Mackie. I’m super excited for her as Bill. I’m even hoping that she sticks around for the next Doctor. But give me a Christmas special with just Peter and Jenna.

I know. I’m greedy. They had two full seasons and a Christmas Special.

But give me this last thing BBC. Let my Doctor be reunited with Clara Oswald, the first face his face saw, the woman seared into his hearts, and let them have one last Christmas together.

“Do you hate me?” he asks.

I look up at his face. It’s a face I have loved, a face I still love. A face that looks anguished by the hurt he has caused. I believe it, believe that he is sorry.

I shake my head. “I could never hate you,” I exhale.

He searches my face, hearing the ‘but’ I didn’t say.

“I just wish,” I whisper, “more than anything, that it hadn’t been you who broke my heart. I never thought it would be you - I never thought you could do anything wrong. I wish more than anything it hadn’t happened, that we didn’t end like this.”

—  the end // lily rose.
Yuuri, Victor, and the Importance of Good Communication

Victuuri Week 2017 – Day 4 – Free for All

So for today’s free for all I’d like to talk about something I haven’t heard too much about in the context I’m hoping to present it. My topic is specifically about how Victor and Yuuri are both very independent individuals and how that, combined with both of them having zero experience with serious emotional relationships, works to create miscommunications between the two of them.

To start off, I’d like to clarify what I mean when I say they’re independent. Obviously they’re both able to take care of themselves when it comes to stuff such as physical needs (like feeding themselves, etc). I’m talking more about how they’re emotionally independent. They’re both the kind of people who keep their problems to themselves and try to solve them all without relying on the help of others. They both actually tell us this directly.

We see this come up a bunch during the series even though both are aware that they do this. You can see it happen as early as episode 2 when Victor is hurt that Yuuri is rejecting him after the connection he felt they had at the banquet but never brings it up with him. Instead he sits on and stews in it. And likewise for Yuuri, he’s very confused as to why Victor is there at all and is being so forward with him but never asks him why. He just comes to his own conclusions and treats them as the truth until proven otherwise.

On top of them both being used to handling their problems on their own and internalizing their worries, they both also have no experience with deep emotional love relationships. I use the adjectives deep, emotional, and love to describe the relationship because you can have any other combination of those and have it not really touch the depth and type of relationship these two have with each other. They may have had other relationships but none that came close to this level.

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JEMMA REDGRAVE AT THE TOP OF THE CAST LIST FOR APRIL 4TH 🙌🏻🎉😭

OH BLESSED DAY FOR ALL THE REDGRAVE TRASH PITS, WHO HATH BEEN THIRSTY THESE MANY WEEKS!

{psst; I know it’s in order of- but I’m still hoping it means she gets significant screen time too}

Some Sweet and Spiritual Asks

For anyone, since we all have a soulful and spiritual center~

Grow: If you were incarnated into a plant, what would you be?

Natural: What element do you feel you best represent? 

Opposites: Do you feel creative or destructive with your energy? Chaotic or orderly? 

Origin: What type of spirit or being do you identify as? 

Afterthought: What is your favorite past life memory?

Design: If you could design a dimension just for yourself, what would it be like and who would you let in? 

Heart: As far as spiritual lovers go, in this life or the past, who are you close to? 

Change: If you could magically alter one part of your body, like a limb or part of your appearance, would you? And what would you change if you said yes? 

Song: Is there a certain musical sound to your spirit? 

Friends: What animal, if any, accompanies your spirit? 

Illuminate: What lesson has helped you evolve the most on your journey? 

Triumph: What was the greatest thing you overcame, in this life or in your past? 

Travel: Which place on earth do you feel best represents the energy of your spirit? 

Title: What do you wish your physical name was, as it best represents your spiritual or personal identity? 

Essence: What smell or essential oil resonates best with you? 

Glide: How do you feel your spirit moves, independent of your body? 

Home: Where, or with whom, do you feel the most at home? 

Universe: What are your thoughts about your connection to the Source?

Guide: If you were a spiritual guide or guardian, who or which type of person would you want to mentor? 

Taste: What herb or spice best represents you? 

Caress: What texture, feeling, or touch best resonates with your spirit?