Important messages from “Yuri!!! on Ice” to an athlete
1. You don’t have an expiration date. Yuuri is a “late bloomer”, you can be that too.
2. To succeed in your sport, you don’t have to be born with talent - hard work and dedication will bring you far.
3. Rivalry doesn’t exclude the possibility of a friendship.
4. What works for others might not work for you. You’re an individual and there’s not one correct answer to what will help you improve your athletic performance. Celestino wasn’t the right coach for Yuuri, ballet didn’t work for Otabek.
5. Some days - maybe weeks or months, even - you won’t perform the way you want to and know you can. That’s okay. You’ll figure it out. Everyone falls into a slump sometimes.
6. At the end of the day, the most important thing is that you enjoy your sport. It’s supposed to be fun, even though it might seem to be all work and no fun.
7. You don’t have to fight alone . Don’t be afraid to ask for help - it might help you to develop your skills and help you out of a rough patch
Here’s the Cartoon Network schedule for Monday, March 27 to Sunday, April 2, excluding Saturday, April 1.
For some reason, the official source for CN’s backdoor schedule has April 1st completely blank. April Fools surprise?
Anyways, new movie this week (Open Season 3) and Clarence and Steven Universe get their Sunday slots back if things work as planned. Weekday schedule keeps the lack in variety but with one extra show now.
New episodes this week:
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs - Last week of the month long premiere bomb, Mon-Thurs at 5:30p
Teen Titans Go! - Friday at 6:00p
The Powerpuff Girls - Friday at 7:45p
Justice League Action and LEGO Nexo Knights - Supposedly on Saturday, dunno for sure.
Top 3 shows:
Teen Titans Go! - 125 - 40% (lowest percentage I’ve seen in a while)
Jason couldn’t remember why he’d gone up to the attic. There’d been a reason, he was sure, but whatever it had been was lost on him the moment he laid eyes on the bike. Unlike most everything else in the dimly lit space it was pristine. Not a speck of dust or dirt rested on it. The paint was as fresh and red as the day Jason had picked it out at the store. The tires were full and the chain looked brand new.
He reached out and touched his hand to the rubber grips on the handles, brushing his fingers over the rough edges of one of the bike’s only imperfections. The rubber was scuffed just so on the handle from where it had hit the concrete. If he reached down, he’d find a matching scruff on the hard plastic of the pedal. He’d been supposed to go out with Bruce to ride it. Instead he’d been late, caught up at a meeting. What it was for Jason couldn’t remember, he hadn’t cared enough at the time, only that it had ruined a promise. He’d wanted to show Bruce, show him what he’d missed out on, by learning himself.
He’d found out quickly that the bike was a bit too big for him, just like Bruce had warned him, and the weight of it had been too much. Too much to attempt riding, especially when he didn’t know how. Except he’d been so angry. So, he’d acted out, wanting to stir an emotion from Bruce, even if it wasn’t the one he actually needed. All he’d gotten for it was a scraped knee and a scuffed bike.
He had the distinct memory of shoving the bike against the brick of the shed he was supposed to keep it in and stomping inside. He’d blown past a worried Alfred and disheveled Bruce, just come back from his meeting, only half an hour late for their promised time.
He’d seethed with self loathing for the rest of the night. At falling. At scratching his new bike. At himself for not waiting for Bruce. He couldn’t get Bruce’s confused look out of his head, or his words twinged with hurt. He’d promised. He’d left early. He’d even come back. If only Jason had waited. There was still a faint scar on his knee from the accident. A little white line as a reminder of how impatience and hotheadedness could mess up something good.
“There you are, do you need some help finding the box?” Bruce’s voice, jarring in the way it was so normal, erased the lingering tones of hurt Jason had almost been able to hear moments ago.
Jason turned to look at him, Bruce had noticed the bike. A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “I remember when I got that for you.”
It hit him again how dusty everything else was. How the room was filled with the disused, old, and forgotten. His hand fell from the handle like it had burned him. His mind went back to the memorial, always in sight, always ready to bring fresh the memory of his death. And his room, the first time he’d walked in it had been like a tomb. Frozen in time. Not a thing moved from where he’d left it, socks draped over his chair, a book half open on the bed. There hadn’t been a speck of dust to be found there either, it had even smelled clean. Like lemon, the bright scent a burning contrast to the dreary weight of memory. A room should never smell like lemon.
Why it is unarguably wrong to write porn/smut/18+ material about a minor:
It is taking advantage of them.
It promotes pedophilia.
It encourages young kids to think it is harmless to do these things when they can actually get seriously hurt/get kidnapped/get killed/orbecome involved in an abusive relationship.
It promotes rape culture and unhealthy relationships.
It can make them feel unsafe, dirty, and uncomfortable in their own skin.
I’m not saying this to be “hateful” or “bossy,” nor do I think I am these kid’s parent. I am not saying this because of selective morals either. I am saying this because this has proven to have lifelong physical and psychological damage to children all around the world and no one should EVER promote this or let it slide.
Child porn is NOT OKAY and NEVER will be because what it does to people will NEVER CHANGE.
Do not support child porn nor create it. That’s final.
also im laughijng because I was at the opera yesterday right, and I’m usually just getting into concerts and that stuff without a ticket because my mother works there. So I always wait until the doors into the concert hall are closed and all the people have found their seats, because then I find myself good seat somewhere in the front and quickly sneak there before the music starts. Well yesterday I was wearing heels (I am not a pro and therefore walk a bit slowly when I’m wearing them) and was standing somewhere in the far upper end of the hall when the doors closed. Also, the seats I marked w/ my eyes were like on the 4th row in the middle of the hall, really really far away from me: So here I come, walking slowly (but graciously, that’s cool) because of my high heels and descending down the stairs, princess style, while the hall was almost completely silent and everybody was seated and looking down onto the scene (down to which I was going, which made their eyes follow me). I swear to god I felt like the entire hall of like 1000 people including the orchestra were watching me at that moment and that was so damn SCARY but COOL as hell and my heart was beating really really really fast for like 6 minutes afterwards o h y mygod
why did i spend time on this a word cloud of every key word the twelfth doctor has said - from ‘the time of the doctor’ to ‘the return of doctor mysterio’ (including class because how could i not). long story short, his catchphrase is clara (the larger the word the more it was said)
So uhm… I tried to re-draw my second digital. And this is how it turned out
(´ ∀ ` *) There was a contest going on at Askito-m (Turkish version of mcl), and we had to draw our candy on a date (her crush was Armin back then), so I thought they would go on a con while cosplaying. Also I got the idea from this video, so outfits and pose was from there. Old one is in under cut and from Dec 2015 :’>
Finally remembered that I was like halfway done coloring this good dragon and finished it, her name is Iris and she has claimed a little island in a lake as her own, occasionally people come to get her to move but run away shortly after seeing her in person~ Might use her for a dnd campaign since i’m working on possibly making one or two homebrewed ones!