words dont mean a thing

i am aware that sombra is mexican, so the spanish isnt exactly the same but boy howdy do i hate that the idioms used are super different from the puerto rican shit i know

im like those words dont mean those things; i mean i guess they do, but i dont like it


step one: allow yourself some semblance of a smile. your grief is not an iron cage and you are not trapped. you are allowed to mourn your own innocence, even if you barely remember how it felt. 

step two: hold his hand. you want to, even if you won’t admit it outloud. you want to take him and keep him so close to your chest that the world never has another chance to lash out, but if it did you’d be stood like a shield, like a guardian angel even the devil would avoid. it’s okay. it’s okay. hold his hand. 

step three: you don’t have to say the words for them to be true; at this point the “i love you"s are as natural as breathing, noiseless and soft. when you look at the stars you see the same light you find in his eyes everyday. 

step four: give yourself a chance to heal. it might take a while. it might take years. your past is a minefield no one taught you to navigate before now, but you are strong and you are loved and that’s enough (it has to be enough). 

step five: you gave him a key, a home, a reason to wake up with a smile and he gave you a reason to look forward to what was once a grey-scale future, now bathed in a shade of blue even the ocean would envy.

speaking of gay things, one of the most uncomfortable memory I have about being gay is when I was in like 7th grade and just starting to develop a sense of lesbian identity we were shown a video about AIDS in biology class. The video was from the height of the AIDS crisis and it’s not like it was explicitly homophobic but the way it painted it was very much a “gays’ disease”. I tried to talk to my teacher about this, how I didn’t like the way it was portrayed as something only ~the gays~ had, but the teacher didn’t listen and even after ten years I’m still upset that I didn’t have the vocabulary or theoretical backing to express my feelings about it in an effective way

why do people make such a big deal that jack’s real name wasnt mentioned in the episode

it wasn’t and isn’t really nessesary to know

it does nothing to the plot

maybe if you fuckers pester genndy like always he’ll tell you idk


To all the people who want to be a Seiyuu, Mangaka, Idol, or want to start learning Japanese,

Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best. Do Your Best.

Put your heart into it. Work harder. Don’t let the fact that you are not a Japanese, makes you give up your dream. Because someone else tried it already and failed, or said it was IMPOSSIBLE, it doesn’t mean you will end up the same.

It is HARD. And it will be HARDER. You don’t have to be an expert to see that it is Difficult. But try. And give all that you have into it. Find your reason and stick to it. Google how to get closer to your dream. Keep going. And one day when you look back, you’ll see that it wasn’t as impossible as other people say.

Time will pass, new seiyuu come and the older one becomes a legend. One day your time will come. One day, you will stand on the same stage as Sugita Tomokazu and tell him how much you adore him to keep going. I believe in you.


Ri - Seiyuu’s Little Forest

A/N: if you don’t know most of the Seiyuu there, google them :) for me, they are Legend

tilyoutryit  asked:

multiples of 10!

is this math or is this

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?
20 minutes ago

or do i have to 10x10 bc thats

100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate? 
keep your friends close but enemies closer

Quiet Nights

BODY SWAP! I AM NOT A WRITER, i’m just impersonating one today I usually draw fanart
Characters belong to Hiro Mashima

The rain came down in droves. Pounding on the roof and speckling the windows of the quaint cottage nestled in the woods. Warm light spilled from the dotted panes illuminating the sheets of rain. The torrent outside did little to disturb the inhabitants of the cabin however. Large heavy boots lay askew next to small red sandals in the mud room. A pile of freshly washed dishes took their time drying in the accommodating kitchen and tucked amongst the maze of bookshelves and scrap metal Levy lounged on an over-sized couch. Propped up by a multitude of pillows and a mug of hot chocolate within arms reach the petite blunette reclined with a book in one hand. Her free hand massaged the scalp of the dozing dragon currently using her as a body pillow.

Of the myriad of odd and amusing things she had learned about her dragon slayer this was the most endearing. Gajeel just loved to be held. Of course, this was solely under the strict rule of no one being present to witness it. As if that wasn’t enough to set her glowing alone, her gruff mate delighted in being pet. This was all discovered on accident. Gajeel, Levy and Panther Lily had taken a job together that required a rather lengthy train ride, much to Gajeels chagrin. About an hour into the ride Gajeels motion sickness got the better of him. Lily had left to see about some lunch for Levy and himself and soon after his departure she had offered Gajeel her lap in hopes he could sleep off the sickness for a while. After a few awkward moments Levy settled in to read, leaving Gajeel to his attempt at a nap. Completely engrossed in her new book on theoretics of rune translation Levy hadn’t noticed that she had begun absentmindedly rubbing Gajeels head. Until he began to snore in earnest that is. Panther Lily had walked back in around then with a smile that promised endless ribbing for Gajeel.

Glancing down at Gajeel, Levy lightly drug her fingers along his scalp combing his thick mane. She was rewarded with a lazy rumble as Gajeel nestled closer to her using her breasts as a pillow and wrapping his muscular arms around her lithe frame palms against her back. His leg slung across both of hers effectively prevented her going anywhere. Not that she planned on it. She set down her book and burried both of her hands in his ebony locks massaging his head in earnest. She caressed his temples and kneaded his thick shoulders. She made maps and designs on his cranium and neck. Fingers tirelessly working to pay attention to every muscle she could find. Her doubled efforts were met a purring sigh as the tension left her iron dragon. She could feel the stress melting away from him as she continued her ministrations. Soon his breathing evened out and she felt his hand twitch underneath her. A tell tale sign he was out like a light. Her own eyes were heavy and she hummed contentedly, fingers slowing their dance through her loves tresses. As sleep began to overtake her her hands ceased their travel. One protectively placed on the crown of his head, the other along his broad shoulders. A soft snore escaped the fierce black steel dragonslayer and Levy let sleep claim her with a soft smile on her lips.

The black exceed that had watched the whole affair with one eye from his perch on the back of the couch gave a low chuckle. He snuggled down into his blanket wondering at the dynamic between the odd couple. Shaking his head in amusement, he lay down and let sleep sweep him away to dreams of pale white fur, diamond freckles and eyes that held the moon.

My peasant attempt at writing. Be gentle oh great fanfic godesses/gods, for I now know a fraction of what you suffer. Happy April fools

this cage is safe
and warm

but it is built of lies
and doubt

nonexistent things
seen with hopeful eyes

you have the only keys
release me

—  before i crumble | d.l.

i shouldnt be surprised at being unloved

empty words dont mean a thing and 4 letters

are so much more beautiful on movie screens

no one is going to chase you or lay out

rose petals no one is going to 

hold your hand while you cry you look so

ugly when you cry