years and years longer

sewy10  asked:

How was your reentry into the US since you had trouble getting back in? Just curious how the new regulations on travel are affecting citizens who are working/studying abroad. (feel free to ignore if upsetting subject)

Hey buddy! So basically it’s not a new regulation it’s just not something that is widely known.
If you are a green card holder and plan on leaving the US for more than six months regardless of the reason they suggest getting a re entry permit.
If you are out for a year or more you NEED a re entry permit.
The permit is only valid two years so if you are out longer than two years you have to abandon your green card :/
I have had a green card for nine years and NO ONE told me this before, this NEEDS to be common knowledge for green card holders.
I just assumed I had the card and that was that, I was fine. Honestly it just makes me feel less and less welcome in the US.
(I am posting this as public because I want as many people to know about this as possible and not get caught out like me)

demondoug  asked:

If you could go back in time who would you be with today?

honestly probably this girl who i’ll call nk because i used to tag her as that
we dated for over a year and were friends for even longer, over like 7-8 years
we talked all day every day and she is still so beautiful to me. after we broke up we stayed close friends
we stopped being friends in january because i “didn’t pay enough attention to her” because my phone was broken
and i still miss her, we are absolutely terrible together but i love her and she always said she loved me

i guess you don’t find it that easy to just completely forget about someone when after you’ve moved to a foreign country, and gotten completely drunk on new year’s eve, and she’s the only thing that comes to mind and has you sitting crying in a public square about how it’s your fault

lol but yeah ig her, i have the most history

thanks for asking!!! ❤
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As the old Gravity Falls legend goes…

 whether you’re naughty OR nice, a jolly little triangle will break into your house and eat all your food (and leave you spiders and nightmares if you’re lucky)

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3rd year koganegawa & some fellow 3rd year!first years

(worry not… the adidas hair will make a comeback…)

When you shoot yourself into space to look for your lost older brother and you end up with two ୧(๑ ⁼̴̀ᐜ⁼̴́๑)૭

At least I’m hoping she does cause you know there’s always the possibility she might end up with neither but lets… lets not go there…

New and emerging cryptid: people who have watched all of Critical Role.

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Rogue One Valentines

(with suggestions from @leechbrain and @foreign-eggplant)

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Anthony Kiedis and Flea by Andy Warhol, 1985

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“Humans and Monsters”

Part 1 / Part 2 (here) /Part 3 (tba)/ Part ???

ENTJ Gothic
  • You laugh. Everyone else stops laughing. Someone’s hand shakes, and a wine glass shatters.
  • “I’m such a realistic person,” your Te assesses. Your Ni nods affirmatively, and goes back to making weird shit up.
  • You’ve been elected student council president. They won’t let you streamline the class period system or fire any of the teachers. You silently curse Kill la Kill for giving you unrealistic expectations.
  • “You’re so unfriendly and you hate parties. How are you an extrovert? You must be an INTJ,”  your friend says. She’s right; ENTJs are just INTJs on meth.
  • Why do all of your friends think that processing means hugs and validation? You just want advice. Your therapist won’t even give you advice without “listening empathetically” first. Why are your parents paying $80 an hour for this?
  • You’ve been elected student council president again. “Do I have to do this?” you mutter. You don’t remember running this year. “You’re an ENTJ; you want to, right?” the principal says. You don’t want to; you won’t able to make any real changes in policy. You’re just a symbol. The principal tells you it will look good on your college application and offers you a cookie.
  • You decide not to major in poly-sci.
  • You are officially an adult. You have been ready for this moment since preschool. Your friends say they still don’t feel like adults, which sounds terrifying and is probably the reason they are still dependent upon your friendship.
  • “Time management! Attention! Priorities!” you snarl for the fourth time this morning. Your coworkers spend the next hour brainstorming ways to get you fired.
  • “You’re an ENTJ? Can you help me make a five-year plan?” they ask. “Of course,” you reply. You give them control of your crumbing ponzi scheme, and they spend the next five years in jail.
  • Everything is closed on Sunday. Don’t they realize you have things to do before the week starts? You drive and drive and drive, looking for a city that never sleeps. The sky darkens; your car melts into the pavement. You are the city. You never sleep.
  • Someone thinks you’d be a power bottom. At least you aren’t a needy top like all five of your ENFJ friends. You delete three of them from your contacts while you’re thinking of it.
  • Your job involves expensive suits, firing people, creepy motivational posters on the walls of your office, and a formal title that your friends and family don’t understand. They ask what you do at work. “Extroverted thinking,” you tell them, and they nod politely and ask, “But what does your company make?” “Money,” you say. “But how do you earn the money?” “Introverted intuition,” you tell them. They nod again. It’s a very ambiguous function.
  • Your ISTJ coworker pipes in. “We trade stocks.” This is technically insider trading because Ni is psychic, but no one says anything.
  • You care about someone; this is not part of the plan. You race around doing errands in your black Camaro, swearing profusely at people who drive the speed limit.
  • It’s time to make some major life changes. Everything is boring and the days are starting to blur together. You engage your Se.
  • We don’t talk about what happens next.
  • The scientists have discovered a way to see inside your brain. They find out it’s just a game of Tetris. “Perhaps we can program the perfect leader somehow,” one of them says. You slide an I-block into place and exhale, contented. The brain scans turn blue.
  • You move to the coast, work in a little coffee shop and play your saxophone in a pub band by night. You date ISFPs who read you their poetry. No one is afraid of you anymore. You are peaceful and connected. Your therapist said this would make you happy.
  • You still cannot sleep.